DEMOLITION MAN An Original Screenplay by Peter M. Lenkov SILVER PICTURES PROPERTY OF: REVISED SECOND DRAFT WARNER BROS. INC. August 1989 4000 Warner Boulevard c 1989 Burbank, CA 91522 *define STOR cl auto [2=9976] DATA FILE X12 CA=bbd 115 ENTERED FALL 1995 Code Clearance 2976-PPX::::: 1a-c/ A BACKLOG OF COURT HEARINGS, AN ON-GOING DEBATE OVER CAPITAL PUNISHMENT, AND OVERCROWDING IN MAXIMUM SECURITY DETENTION CENTERS HAVE ESTABLISHED CRYO-PRISONS, NICKNAMED 'THE ICE HOUSE'. CONVICTS ARE PRESERVED IN LIQUID NITROGEN AT -320 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT SERVING LENGTHY SENTENCES OR AWAITING PAROLE. THEY ARE NO THREAT TO SOCIETY, OR EACH OTHER...UNTIL NOW. TWO MEN TWO VERY DIFFERENT SPECIES OF MEN DEMOLITION MAN FADE IN: A stream of mist rises, breaking off in all directions, as if inside a deep freezer. It is hazy and DISTORTS all IMAGES. An eerie HEARTBEAT BUILDS until reaching a crescendo and DIES... INT. CRYO-PRISON FACILITY X23-55 - LOS ANGELES The mist clears, REVEALING behind it the frozen, expres- sionless face of a man, cocooned in a glass pod. Standing upright, held in suspended animation, in a freezer-like coffin. Electrodes spread across his bare chest. A TITLE appears in the lower portion of the screen: CRYO-PRISON X23/55 LOS ANGELES 2018 Identical pods behind and to either side house hard-core criminals. A small data bank surrounds each pod. Monitors display digital read-outs corresponding to each individual prisoner. INT. CRYO-PRISON - CORRIDOR The WARDEN and a SALT & PEPPER ESCORT TEAM named SANCHEZ and DOEBLER ride a mobile Cryo-Pickup cart. Driven by a Cryo-Prison guard named PUCKETT. Down a narrow hi-tech corridor. Each man wears the requisition sub-zero suit. They carry their helmets. WARDEN (pointing to the suit instruments) ...Breathe through the respirators... and keep an eye on this monitor... it starts to jump... you get out of there... PUCKETT Last escort team forgot to fasten the safety seals... (snaps his fingers) ...just like that. T.V. dinners. The cart approaches CELL BLOCK 60. The monitor on the wall reads: -320 F. The cart slows to a stop. PUCKETT Bundle up boys and girls. It's cold out there. The four put on their headgear and fasten the safety seals. Thumbs up. Puckett depresses the auto door opener and the chamber opens. The cart drives in. INT. CELL BLOCK 60 Rows and rows of stiffs, no pun intended. Sanchez and Doebler look on in awe. PUCKETT (turns to Sanchez and Doebler) Human popcicles. SANCHEZ Are they dead? WARDEN Temporarily. PUCKETT Next stop psychopaths, techno- thugs, child molesters, necro- philiacs... Aaah... here we are... serial murderers. The cart slows to a stop in front of POD 79-SECTOR G5. Guess who? PUCKETT Pod seven. Simon Doucet. A DATA BANK reads: SIMON DOUCET 07-48943-MU1 SUSPENDED: JUNE 10, 1998 TEMPERATURE: -320 F CELLULAR ACTIVITY: 0 REHAB TRAINING: TELEPHONE REPAIRMAN The four men stare at frozen Doucet hoping he'll somehow disappear. UP ON... INT. CRYO-PRISON - POST-OP LABORATORY A team of DOCTORS and SCIENTISTS work mechanically reviving Doucet. Sanchez and Doebler stand along the back wall watching. Machines jam. Spit out information. SCIENTIST #1 (monitoring) BP... thirty... thirty-five... DOCTOR #1 Blood transfusion complete. SCIENTIST #2 I'm shutting down the diathermic unit. DOCTOR #2 Slowly. SCIENTIST #1 ...forty-five... DOCTOR #2 Seventy-two percent cerebral activity, climbing. Should level off somewhere in the eighties. SCIENTIST #2 How's the WEDGE pressure? SCIENTIST #1 Below ten centimeters. DOCTOR #1 M.A.P. seventy and moving. SCIENTIST #1 Pulse contour looks good and well- defined. Steady rhythm. Doucet convulses on the slab. DOCTOR #2 He's going into convulsion shock. DOEBLER Is something wrong? SCIENTIST #2 Normal post-op reaction. SCIENTIST #1 He's up to fifty... DOCTOR #1 Strap him. Doucet is strapped to the table with restraints. DOCTOR #2 Digit movement. Doucet's hand opens and closes. His body moves slowly. His eyes struggle with the light. He is like a baby being born. SCIENTIST #1 BP normal. DOCTOR #2 You can shut down. Re-animation is a long process. For Doucet it's short. His eyes open. He's alive. It is not a dream. Doctor #1 checks his eyes with an ophthalmoscope. Dulcet regains control of his body. The Scientists and Doctors stand back. Sanchez steps forward and flashes his holograph cop badge. Complete with computer bar I.D. code. SANCHEZ Simon Doucet, according to Section 795 dash seven sub-section nine of the California Penal Code, you are hereby granted a parole hearing. INT. CRYO-PRISON - CORRIDOR Sanchez and Doebler ride the mobile Cryo-Pickup cart. Doucet in back. Manacled from head to tow. Worn by the ice. He cracks his neck. Makes fists. Stretches as best he can. INT. CRYO-PRISON - PAROLE BOARD HEARING ROOM Doucet is ushered over to a chair in the middle of the room. Three console screens face him. Three stone-faced Parole Judges on line. They are: MR. RYANS, Mr. Edgars, and Ms. Walleck, who at this very moment is fighting a bad cold. Doucet is uneasy as he slides into his seat. Mr. Ryans glances down at Doucet's file and begins. MR. RYANS (V.O.) Good morning, Mr. Doucet. My name is Mr. Ryans. On my left is Mr. Edgars... (Edgars nods) ...and on my right is Ms. Walleck. (Walleck blows her nose) After careful consideration we have unanimously decided to decline your eligibility for parole. Doucet's not surprised. MR. RYANS (V.O.) Do you have anything to say? Doucet clears his throat. His first words are mumbled. He tries again. DOUCET (raspy) Fuck you. Doebler steps forward. DOEBLER Let's bring him back. He checks his pockets. Searching for something. DOEBLER Shit. I forgot the data sheet. Can't freeze him without it. (to Sanchez) Get it from the cruiser. SANCHEZ Why me? DOEBLER You're the rookie. Sanchez leaves the room. Probably saying something like "This job sucks" under his breath. Doucet is very un- comfortable. Doebler crosses the room. Taps the big guy on the shoulder. DOEBLER Easy big fella. You'll be back on the rocks in no time. Without warning, Doucet's right hand grabs Doebler. Like a vise. The Cop gasps. That's all he has time to do. Doucet's left hand rips itself from the restrainers and pulls Doebler down. Doucet hand-butts the Cop. A quick jab to the throat and Doucet destroys any hopes Doebler had for becoming Chief of Police. The action which follows appears as if in slow motion. That's because capturing Doucet at normal speed is virtually impossible. All hell breaks loose. Doucet rips himself from the shackles. MR. RYANS (V.O.) Simon Doucet, I order you to restrain yourself. INT. SANCHEZ AND DOEBLER'S CRUISER Sanchez whistles a tune. Rifles through a sack of docu- ments. INT. PAROLE BOARD HEARING ROOM Doucet snatches the dead Cop's standard-issue laser auto- mag. MR. RYANS (V.O.) Mr. Doucet, you have just violated... Doucet BLOWS away the CONSOLES. One by one. Puckett storms into the room. PUCKETT What the fuck's going on... Doucet takes a step. Growls. PUCKETT Shit. DOUCET Exactly. Doucet TRIGGERS. Blows Puckett all over the place. Silence. Well, almost. The CONSOLES FIZZLE. Doucet hurtles Doebler's body through a window creating an escape route and climbs out. After a brief moment, Sanchez casually walks into the room. He stops dead in his tracks. The room's a mess. His partner's been waxed. His reaction is chock full o' horror. FADE TO BLACK. UP ON High energy techno-pop version of "HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD." OVER: CREDITS ROLL: DEMOLITION MAN EXT. HOLLYWOOD SIGN (HOLLYWOOD HILLS) Once the symbol of dreams of desires, the defaced sign is in sorry shape as it looms over an equally-decaying city. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD One look at the boulevard makes us want to head for the hills. A tourist couple photograph the burnt-out shell of what was once Mann's Chinese Theatre. A holograph-talking billboard promises hope. It features Ray Gallagher, a smiling grey-haired politician with the slogan: "THE SOLUTION IS SIMPLE... POLICE COMMISSIONER RAY GALLAGHER FOR MAYOR" "I WAS THERE FOR YOU" Gallagher's rhetoric bores 24 hours a day... GALLAGHER (V.O.) ...I was there for you... when Los Angeles was declared a state of emergency following the 2001 earth- quake... I was there for you... when crack houses threatened your real estate value... I was there for you... A stretch limo cruises by. INT. STRETCH LIMO A futuristic ride. Loaded with luxury gizmos. A suitcase stuffed with dead presidents sits on a man's lap. The kind of cash you don't declare to the IRS. The man sits in the shadows, so it's hard to make out his identity. His hands flip through a stack of twenties. Seated in front of him are a Yuppie-like entourage. PEEBLES, an ivy-Leaguer in his late twenties. REBECCA, all teeth, all body. Finally, ROSHKO, a high-priced attorney. ROSHKO Our friend Dubbs increased his next order. Cash on delivery. MAN (V.O.) Economy's booming. That's what I like to hear. CELLULAR RINGS. Peebles snaps it up. PEEBLES Hello. He hands it to the man. PEEBLES It's for you, Commissioner. COMMISSIONER GALLAGHER leans out of the shadows. Same smiling politician running for mayor. He grabs the horn and speaks. GALLAGHER/MAN (into phone) Yeah. His eyes go wide. Great reaction on his face. Kinda like Sanchez's. GALLAGHER (riled up) What do you mean he's escaped?! They're not supposed to escape! WARDEN (V.O.) It's a real mess down here. Some- thing must a'gone wrong. No man could possess that kind of strength after being frozen for twenty years. GALLAGHER Tell Doucet that. What was his rehabilitation training? WARDEN (V.O.) Telephone repairman. Gallagher glances at his cellular and sighs... GALLAGHER Just great. WARDEN (V.O.) NPA syndrome will hit 'im fast. Have your men gear up the Edicon system at a twenty-year ratio in fractions of fives. Saying a prayer won't be bad either. GALLAGHER I don't want any press on this. I've got an election to win day after to- morrow. INT. ALLEYWAY (HOLLYWOOD) - TRASH CONTAINER COMING DOWN IN A SPIRAL. The naked body of a man lies amongst knee-deep garbage. Technothug haircut. Flaming skull tattoo on the back of his right hand. This man is dead. EXT. ALLEYWAY A dark and dingy side street catering to the rats and vermin. Shafts of sunlight break through creating an eerie prison bar effect on the brick walls. It's no surprise that Doucet is standing beside the large trash container. He is wearing torn Army pants, combat boots, a Heavy Metal Band T-shirt, and a long overcoat. All the wrong size, but the price was right. He walks. EXT. DEAD-END An old Lincoln, circa 1995, sits idle. Dented bumpers, broken windows, torn upholstery, obviously not a pimp's car. It pulls alongside Doucet. MANNY, the gun runner, shows off his wares to a TECHNOTHUG. He's a fast talking shmoozer with the right connections. His trunk popped open. Inside is a selection of weaponry able to ignite a small war. Including knives and ammo. MANNY Let me show you how this works. Rule number one... no cash, no carry. No loot... no shoot. That means no checks, cards, food stamps, or IOUs... Comprende? (as Technothug is silent) Attention shoppers. (as Technothug turns to Manny and nods) Okay... rule number two. Absolutely no refunds. Exchanges maybe, but on unused weaponry only. I smell gun- powder or laser heat in the chamber, you can forget it. Alright? Technothug nods. Doucet walks up. Manny can't help but smile. MANNY Nice get-up, where'd you pick it up, Psychos 'R' Us? DOUCET Give me a Ruger .357. MANNY (laughs) A magnum. You livin' in the Stone Age or what? They don't make .357s anymore. My daddy sold those. Hey look Pal, I've got another client. Sit tight and I'll set you up. Manny gets back to business with the Technothug. Doucet's hands begin to tremble. He coughs uncontrollably and drops to his knees. Manny steps backwards. MANNY Hey, buddy, if you're gonna start blowing chunga, will ya do it the other way? I just had this thing washed. Doucet pulls himself up. He doesn't look so good. He reaches into Manny's trunk. Manny pulls him out. MANNY Whoa, whoa, eager little Merc ain't ya? Doucet pushes Manny aside. TECHNOTHUG Screw you, Man. Wait your turn. Doucet removes a compact Stinger missile launcher. Techno- thug panics and runs. MANNY (re: Stinger) Good choice. A favorite for urban assault. Dual heat seekers... Doucet slings the launcher over his shoulder and pulls out a dual-barrel handgun. He snaps in a clip. MANNY That little number's light... Doucet pivots and hammer-punches Manny to the kidneys with pile-driver force. Manny falls like an unmanned puppet. He gasps for air and shivers in pain. He's a salesman to the end... MANNY Will that be all? DOUCET Shut up. Manny looks up into the business end of a double barrel handgun. Doucet FIRES. SERIES OF SHOTS Doucet shoves a Buck 9 assault knife into a leather waist sheath. Tapes a small pistol to his ankle. Opens his overcoat and loads the pockets with weaponry. The double barrel handgun. The Stinger missile launcher. A mean- looking weapon called the AK 2000 (Armageddon 2000). A cross between a bazooka and an M57. BACK TO SCENE Doucet zips up. Loaded to the gills with hardware. He grins. DOUCET Dressed to kill. EXT. BEL AIR COUNTRY CLUB Judge Baker hits his drive. He's in his mid-seventies. His partner checks wind temperature against the fairway distance. Using a portable golf computer. It chooses his club for him. Judge Baker shakes his head. He's impatient. JUDGE BAKER Meet you at the tee. Judger Baker climbs into his golf cart and speeds off. Halfway down the fairway a commotion catches his attention. He turns, as Manny's Lincoln tears up the green. Doucet drives. The car makes a beeline towards Judge Baker. Judge Baker's eyes go wide. Doucet is a man hard to forget. The golf cart peels out, but the Lincoln blind- sides it. Sending the vehicle and Judge Baker into the water. Both hit the bottom hard and fast. I guess the Judge's partner won this round. INT. CENTURY CITY HI-RISE - PARKING GARAGE Hot shot private attorney TIM DULEY heads for his Porsche. He's in his early sixties. You just know he watches "L.A. Law" reruns. Manny's LINCOLN SCREECHES 'round a corner. Pins Duley to the wall. His legs crack. Doucet steps out of the car. Duley pleads. DULEY Pleeeeaaasee. Don't kill me... don't kill me. DOUCET (taunts and mimics the lawyer) Pleeeeaaasee. Don't kill me... don't kill me. Doucet empties an entire clip into Duley's Versace suit. Luckily he's never going to need it again. INT. HOLLYWOOD POLICE DEPARTMENT - BOOKING ROOM Looks like NASA. Cops and computers. Officer Sanchez sits in front of his terminal. He's a determined man. Doucet's profile on line. OFFICER SHEPPARD passes from behind. SHEPPARD (re: Sanchez's terminal) Jesus, Sanchez... what do you think you're doin'? That's flatfoot data. You're not supposed to have access to that. SANCHEZ This is the guy that killed my partner. SHEPPARD You startin' a fan club or some- thin'? SANCHEZ Says here one of our boys brought him down. You ever heard of a badge named Wade? It rings a bell. SHEPPARD Demolition Man. SANCHEZ What's it mean? SHEPPARD You never want to find out. SANCHEZ (re: terminal) Take a look at this. Sheppard leans in. SANCHEZ He had a partner. Our own Ray Gallagher. (reading) He tagged Wade dangerously defiant. Psychotic. Reckless. Seems our Commissioner didn't like him much. Busted his buns on a narcotic's violation. (reading/surprised) Wade was sentenced to twenty-five years. SHEPPARD He went dirty and they made an example of him. SANCHEZ But he was such a good cop. SHEPPARD They always are. SANCHEZ Well I've got news for you. This dirty cop was the only cop who could bag Doucet. INT. HOLLYWOOD POLICE STATION - DISK LIBRARY Sanchez approaches the Librarian. SANCHEZ I'm looking for an LAPD personnel file on Sergeant William Wade. Shield retired, October '98. INT. LIBRARY - READING ROOM Sanchez watches a videotape of Wade's trial. Prosecuting Attorney revs up the jurors. Holds up a Los Angeles Times headline which reads: "HERO COP NABS SERIAL MURDERER." A smaller heading reads: "DEMOLITION MAN GETS HIS MAN." ATTORNEY (V.O.) ...Hero cop nabs serial murderer. They forgot to add; sells heroin to kids... Sanchez hits fast forward. Images race. A greaseball named Dubbs takes the stand. Sanchez lets it play. ATTORNEY (V.O.) ...Mr. Dubbs, you have been granted full immunity for testifying today... Fast forward. Dubbs talks. Sanchez lets it play. DUBBS (V.O.) ...He told me he could get any- thing I wanted. Heroin, toot, crack, weapons, anything... Fast forward. Dubbs rambles on. Sanchez lets it play. DUBBS (V.O.) ...He said he had a key to the evidence room. Listen... I'm a businessman. I didn't ask questions... Fast forward. Gallagher takes the stand. Sanchez lets it play. ATTORNEY (V.O.) ...Do you think he's a dirty cop? GALLAGHER (V.O.) Yes. Fast forward. Wade is dragged out of the courtroom. Sanchez lets it play. WADE I'm innocent. EXT. BEL AIR COUNTRY CLUB The battle zone cordoned off. Spectators watch from be- hind police barricades. The golf cart and Judge Baker are pulled from the water. Police gather evidence. Reporters news hunt. A ROTOJET (LAPD INNER-CITY HELICOPTER) touches down and Gallagher storms out. Pissed off. He heads for a Young Cop named DAVIDSON. GALLAGHER How many? DAVIDSON One... I think. A Plainclothes Older Detective named BENNETT steps for- ward. Davidson heads for the body bag. He and Bennett are partners. BENNETT Looks like ya gonna take office just in time, Chief. Things need straightening up in this city. GALLAGHER What'cha got, Bennett? BENNETT Witnesses say some wacko went Judge hunting with a late model. I got an artist working on a computer composite now. GALLAGHER Technothugs? BENNETT No chance. Not their sector. They ain't even into things this big. Our zone-boy's performing out of a horror show. Something else. Unit nine found a couple cold ones in Hollywood. (reads from notes) One Manny Turner. Gun runner. Sounds like a connection to me. GALLAGHER I can smell it. Bennett's portable police RADIO SQUAWKS. VOICE (V.O.) Bennett... Bennett scoops up the radio and speaks. Gallagher crosses over to Judge Baker who is being zipped up in a morgue tote-bag. Gallagher recognizes Baker. GALLAGHER (to himself) Judge Baker. In the b.g., Bennett continues. BENNETT G'head. VOICE (V.O.) Better get a vulture squad down to Century City. We've got a busy day. BENNETT Run me down a profile. Gallagher approaches. VOICE (V.O.) ...male Caucasian. Early sixties. Attorney. Name's... GALLAGHER Tim Duley. Bennett turns to Gallagher. GALLAGHER I know the man who did this. A POLICE ARTIST steps forward carrying a portable ETCHCOMP (Computer Sketch Board) with a 10-inch screen. POLICE ARTIST This is the best I can do. The computer drawing on the screen is Doucet. GALLAGHER That's him. Simon Doucet. BENNETT Jesus. Sweet Jesus. We've got trouble. GALLAGHER This monster escaped from Cryo- Prison this morning. BENNETT Well, he's sure working fast ain't he? GALLAGHER I want this bastard brought down. Davidson rushes forward. DAVIDSON Chief, you want'a make a statement? The press's getting antsy. They want'a get this on for the eleven o'clock. GALLAGHER Screw the press. BENNETT Better say something, or they'll be high balling this story with your name on it. Gallagher moves toward the Press. GALLAGHER (mumbling) Goddamn Serial Killer, that's all I need. Fake smile. Straightening his tie. Very Hollywood. GALLAGHER (calling out) Alright, get your cameras rolling. EXT. HOLLYWOOD POLICE STATION - HELIPAD Gallagher's ROTOJET LANDS. As the rotors slow, his entourage approaches. They greet their boss with an agenda. In the b.g., a Telephone Repairman works the main lines. Hard hat and goggles on. Sanchez crosses over to Gallagher and follows. GALLAGHER What is it... Gallagher reads Sanchez's cop badge. GALLAGHER ...Officer Sanchez? He's a good politician. SANCHEZ I ran a GCI scenario on the Doucet case. Gallagher snaps to attention. Pulls out a light pen and runs it across Sanchez's bard code. The Rookie's stats come on. GALLAGHER That's not your zone. Stick to data entry. SANCHEZ (angrily) I was part of the escort team that re-animated him. My partner's dead because of this guy. Gallagher walks. Sanchez calls out. SANCHEZ Your ex-partner, Sergeant William Wade, put Doucet away. He did it once, he could do it again. He knows how the killer works -- how he thinks. Gallagher turns. GALLAGHER Wade's in Cryo-Prison. SANCHEZ He could be brought back. On that note, the Telephone Repairman removes his hard hat and goggles. Reveals his true identity. It's none other than our new pal, Doucet. He opens his phone bag and pulls out his party favors. Cops go for their guns. Doucet slides down the pole with one hard. The other squeezes off ROUNDS. Gallagher grabs Rebecca and pulls her into the line of fire. She takes one in the shoulder. Sanchez throws both to the ground. Doucet straight-arms his weapon. Walks and FIRES. A man without fear. Another rotojet appears in the sky above Doucet. The killer ducks behind the central air unit. INT. ROTOJET - COCKPIT Battle mode. Pilot's hand grasps the throttle. Finger cradles the trigger. Helmet on. Visor down. ELECTRONIC THUNDER of an arcade. In a thermograph monitor we see the computer-enhanced outline of Doucet. In another, a suspect rendering body graph pinpointing strategic bullet wound areas such as "the rear thigh muscle" and "tail bone". A digital monitor reads the weapons Doucet is carrying. Another is a suspect surrender countdown. EXT. HELIPAD Rotojet hovers. Doucet re-loads. PILOT (V.O.) Drop your weapons. You are locked on target and under arrest. Doucet FIRES. Mere bullets bounce off the rotojet's bulletproof frame. PILOT (V.O.) Drop your weapons. If you do not comply... Unfortunately, the police have been trained to give a suspect a chance to surrender before they open fire. Peebles applies first-aid to Rebecca's wound. Gallagher grows frustrated. GALLAGHER Kill him... kill him. SANCHEZ Simon Doucet. You are under arrest. Please come out with your hands in the air. Sanchez is not much in the hero department. Doucet FIRES. BULLETS TEAR up the roof. Gallagher grabs Sanchez's ZV6 handgun. Complete with laser targeting. FIRES. Dis- integrates the central air unit piece by piece. Doucet rushes and FIRES. Gallagher dodges the BULLET SHOWER. Hits a wall and crumples to his knees. Doucet jumps off the roof. Rotojet follows. Sanchez leads the pack over to the ledge. They look down, but there's no sign of Doucet. Rotojet shoots upwards. PILOT (V.O.) I lost him. Gallagher catches his breath. Wipes his brow. Ponders. INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM Two COPS walk down the corridor. Another speedily approaches. COP (out of breath) I hear they're letting Wade out. INT. SQUAD ROOM The front doors burst open and Gallagher charges through followed by his entourage. Peebles is missing. Rebecca's arm is in a sling. They all walk fast. Talk fast, too. ROSHKO Releasing Wade's a bad move. GALLAGHER You got any better ideas? Doucet's dusting everyone involved with his arrest and prosecution. I almost bought it back there. To catch him, you've got to give him a little bait. (grins) What better than the cop who put him away? They pass a Cop watching the Election News on a portable. His name is UNDERHILL. UNDERHILL (turns to Gallagher) Hey Chief... says here you have at least sixty-two percent of the votes. GALLAGHER (to Cop) Tomorrow it'll be over seventy. I guarantee it. (back to his entourage) In case you forgot, I got an election to run in. I can't afford problems. Doucet wants my ass. Wade will be a diversion. (smiles) Hopefully they'll kill each other. They move and talk. Move and talk. REBECCA This could work for us. Doucet's escape will reinforce your stand on capital punishment. We can shut down Cryo-Prisons by the end of the year. GALLAGHER We're going to keep this quiet for now. No press until Doucet's caught. This thing leaks and I'll have your heads on a stick. REBECCA What makes you think he won't just take off? Go to his family. Leave the country. GALLAGHER 'Cause I have what he'll want. Peebles charges. Two Requisitioned Men in tow. Dark suits. Foster Grants. Almost identical except one's Chinese. Their names are KAI LING and DOKES. PEEBLES Excuse me, sir... they're here. Gallagher turns to Kai Ling and Dokes. Peebles hands over the paperwork. Gallagher glances the info. Cringes. Looks up to Kai Ling. GALLAGHER How did you beat the rap? KAI LING Arresting officer forgot to read me my rights. GALLAGHER That'll do it every time. (turns to Dokes) You ever kill a man? DOKES Yes Sir. GALLAGHER Good. You're both hired. (points to his ass) See this. Your job is to look after it. Gallagher walks. His bodyguards follow tight. Roshko speeds up to his boss. ROSHKO Do you really think this is necessary? GALLAGHER Absolutely. I'm not going to let that defrosted psychopath end my bid for the White House. Gallagher storms into the Roll Call Room. INT. ROLL CALL COPS listening to their Sergeant. Sanchez sits front row. Gallagher's presence demands quiet. GALLAGHER (raising his hands) Okay, listen up. I want everyone's attention. Sergeant William Wade will be temporarily re-assigned to this precinct. Just until this Doucet matter is cleared up. So I want this under the lid. Got it? The Cops can't believe it. COPS (in unison) Yessir. Cops buzz. Low and in the back. Talk of Wade and his heroic exploits. The fact that he went dirty. GALLAGHER I know Wade. I partnered with him. I also uncovered the truth about him. He crossed the line and paid for it. The stories are true. If you think he's a hero, think again. He's a lone wolf. A renegade with an old- fashioned belief in law and order. The kind of cop I hate. I want you to stay away from him. If he needs help, give it to him. Don't offer. Let him do his job. INT. GALLAGHER'S OFFICE Gallagher and Sanchez. GALLAGHER Short leash him. Tell me everything he does. Where he goes. What he says. Everything. (beat) You're a good cop, Sanchez. I like you. You're going to go far. Gallagher is a good salesman. A snake in a tailored three-piece. INT. CRYO-PRISON Two blue-collar Cryo-Prison GUARDS ride a pick-up cart. GUARD #1 You know... I was thinkin'. Being frozen ain't all bad. Least you always got a hard-on. They laugh. Back up towards a pod. DATA BANKS READS: WILLIAM WADE 07-982221-NV SUSPENDED: OCTOBER 17, 1998 TEMPERATURE: -320F CELLULAR ACTIVITY: 0 REHAB TRAINING: BUS DRIVER The convict is WILLIAM WADE. Mid-to-late twenties, it's hard to tell. Probably handsome, but that too is difficult to make out. One thing is certain, he looks like shit. ONE MAN, ONE GUN, IS HIS ANSWER TO CRIME. The two Guards hop out. Guard #2 recognizes Wade. GUARD #2 Hey... I know this guy. He was a cop. The Demolition Man. (knocks on the glass pod) We got ourselves a hero. INT. CRYO-PRISON - LABORATORY A crack team of DOCTORS and SCIENTISTS re-animate Wade. Bennett stands along the back wall. SCIENTIST #2 Eighty-seven percent cerebral activity... DOCTOR #1 WEDGE pressure climbing. SCIENTIST #1 BP strong... SCIENTIST #2 He's coming back. DOCTOR #1 M.A.P. looks good. Wade's fingers move. SCIENTIST #2 Movement. Wade's left foot moves. DOCTOR #1 Shut down. He's coming to. Give his some room. The team steps back. Wade's head twitches. His eyelids fight the light. He swallows comforting his dry throat. He mumbles. SCIENTIST #1 He's trying to say something. DOCTOR #1 Save your strength. WADE (whispers) What year is it? Wade's words are too low to comprehend. DOCTOR #1 Try not to speak. WADE (louder) What year is it? The team looks at each other. Each knowing the answer, but afraid to speak. WADE What year? DOCTOR Two thousand... eighteen. It is virtually impossible to describe the look on Wade's face at this very moment. My guess it's one hell of a shock. EXT. STUDIO CITY - SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL Manny's Lincoln pulls to the curb. Doucet steps out and crosses the lawn instead of the walkway. Toys litter the lawn. He rings the bell. The door opens. A woman answers it. Mid-twenties. Pretty. Her name is KIMBERLY. Wade's daughter. Doucet looks like an urban devil. Kimberly is concerned, but strong. KIMBERLY Yes? DOUCET I want to speak with William Wade. This takes her by surprise. KIMBERLY You must have known my father when you were a teenager. He's been in Cryo-Prison for over twenty years. Doucet calculates the possibilities of this being true. KIMBERLY Maybe I can help you. DOUCET (mechanically) No. Doucet turns and follows the walkway to the Lincoln. A woman crosses the living room over to Kimberly. Mid- forties. Resembles an older Kimberly. That's because it's her mother, CASSY. CASSY Who is it, Kimberly? Doucet gets into the Lincoln. KIMBERLY That man was looking for Dad. Cassy looks out. Too late. Doucet drives away. INT. CRYO-PRISON An ALARM SHRIEKS. The two Cryo-Prison guards storm down the hall. The WARDEN picks up a telephone. WARDEN We've got a shut-down on the third floor. EXT. CELL BLOCK The monitor on the wall has been blown to shreds. Wires everywhere. The door is open. Guess who? INT. CELL BLOCK Doucet walks. M7-42 ready. All around him, pods are being defrosted. Some inmates come to life for a moment, quiver and then die. Eyes open for the last time. Hands reaching for life. One man cracks in half. Another breaks through, takes two steps and collapses. Water floods the floor. Doucet continues. He approaches Wade's pod. Locks and loads. When he gets there his jaw drops. Wade's gone. Doucet's pissed. The two Cryo-Prison Guards storm in. GUARD #2 Hey you... Stop! Doucet FIRES. One Guard falls, skidding on his face. The other is riddled backwards into a pod. Doucet crosses through the mess. INT. SQUAD ROOM Wade follows Bennett through the front doors and into the station. Favoring his right leg. Uses a cane for support. As he passes Cops, the talk stops. Silence. Wade's being stared at. BENNETT How's the leg? WADE Better. BENNETT Doc said it'll take a little time till the circulation gets back to normal. They walk. WADE You got a cigarette? Bennett turns. Weird look on his face. BENNETT Smoking's illegal. Wade can't believe it. Bennett leads him to Gallagher's office. Kai Ling and Dokes stand at attention. INT. GALLAGHER'S OFFICE Weighed down by paperwork. Election news spits out from a counter top three-inch. Bennett KNOCKS on the door. GALLAGHER (without looking up) Yeah? BENNETT Wade's here. Gallagher's head snaps to attention. Eyes wide. Play- time's over. GALLAGHER Send him in. Alone. Gallagher rises and straightens his tie. Bennett steps back as Wade walks in. Bennett closes the door. The two men stand off. Face to face. One old. One young. A bomb could explode between these two men and they wouldn't know it. Wade takes it all in. The medals. The trophies. The fancy desk and furniture. GALLAGHER (hand extended) Good to see you, Wade. Wade doesn't shake. WADE Looks like you did more than jackoff while I was gone. GALLAGHER Maybe re-animating you wasn't such a bright idea. You look like shit. WADE Shucks, and I got all dressed up. No love lost between these guys. GALLAGHER Twenty years have passed, Wade. Lay it to rest. WADE I was set up and you know it... but you swore under oath I was dirty. You helped bury me. GALLAGHER Jury found you guilty, not me. I just called it as I saw it. Fuck that. You were brought here for a reason. (takes a deep breath) Doucet's escaped. Re-animated for his parole hearing. Killed a lot of people. Most of them cops. Wade turns to the door. WADE I'm not on the force anymore. GALLAGHER Well, you've just been taken off the bench. WADE I want to see my wife and kid. GALLAGHER Later. I want Doucet first. WADE I told you. I'm out of the cops and robbers business. Retired twenty years ago. I've been trained as a bus driver. Got a whole route planned and everything. Even nailed down the lingo - 'Exact change, please'. GALLAGHER (impatient) I'm going to bring this down hard. I've got an A-1 badass killer loose, an election day after tomorrow, and I'm risking everything on you. You're going to bring him in. I don't care how. If you do, you'll get your freedom. An official pardon from me. A clean slate. A good job. A chance to get back with your family. If you don't want to, I'll put your ass back in the freezer so fast, you'll forget you were ever defrosted. Gallagher reaches into his desk and tosses Wade his old badge. It's chipped and faded. GALLAGHER Here. Now you're back in the cops and robbers business. Gallagher tosses Wade an insurance form. WADE What's this? GALLAGHER Fill it out. Standard issue mal- practice insurance. All Cops carry it. Gallagher crosses the room carrying five HOLOGRAPH MUG SHEETS, featuring Doucet at various stages of aging. GALLAGHER Mug sheets. WADE I remember what he looks like. I can't forget. Gallagher hands Wade the weird 3-D mug sheets. Wade's first taste of 21st Century cop technology is startling. GALLAGHER Edicon system made these. Ages, photographs. We use it to find missing children. WADE He's not that old yet. You've lost confidence in me. GALLAGHER No, but he's going to be by tomorrow. He's aging. 'Bout the entire twenty years lost while being frozen in forty-eight hours. In that time he'll be an old man. Could be a year, an hour, or all at once. Called NPA Syndrome. Natural Pro- gression of Aging. It affects each individual differently. I'm sure it's painful. Wade's eyes widen. He lunges forward, grabs Gallagher and rams him hard into the wall. WADE You son-of-a-bitch. How do you stop it? GALLAGHER (cool and calm) We have an antidote that'll retard the aging process. WADE Give it to me. GALLAGHER When you bring in Doucet. Wade slams Gallagher into the wall even harder. The room shakes. The door bursts open. Underhill darts in and draws his gun. Kai Ling and Dokes right behind. Wade releases his grip. UNDERHILL Freeze. GALLAGHER It's all right. UNDERHILL You sure, Chief? GALLAGHER Close the door. Underhill, Kai Ling and Dokes leave. Gallagher straightens his shirt. GALLAGHER The faster you get Doucet, the younger you'll be. WADE I'm going to kill you when this is all over. Gallagher laughs. It's a sick laugh. Wade heads for the door. He tosses the cane aside. Gallagher wipes the smile off his face. Now he's dead serious. GALLAGHER You're working a partner on this. WADE I've been alone for twenty years. I don't feel very sociable. Wade leaves the room. GALLAGHER (calling out) Name's Sanchez. Pick him up in Motorpool. EXT. SQUAD ROOM Wade walks. Gallagher screams from inside his office. GALLAGHER Don't even think of going home. I've got men there! Do you hear me! You're in my city now, Wade! Wade ignores Gallagher. Crumples up the malpractice insur- ance forms and tosses them into the garbage. Hurries down the precinct stairs. INT. ARMORY An ARMORY SERGEANT paces the aisles of weaponry searching for something. Wade stands behind the counter fidgeting with an M7-42. ARMORY SERGEANT (searching deeper) That there's an M7-42. 'Bout the same shits as a .714 Magnum 'cept its got a bigger mag. Almost twice the firepower. Armory Sergeant dusts off an old box, reads the inscription and crosses over the Wade, ARMORY SERGEANT I knew! had one of 'ese lying 'round somewhere. Raids sometimes bring 'em in. Armory Sergeant opens the box and removes a .38 Police Special. ARMORY SERGEANT .38 Police Special. Thing's an antique. (hands the .38 over to Wade) You sure this is what you want? With this kinda profile, you just asking for trouble. Take the M7-42. Wade handles the gun like it was a long lost friend. WADE Does the same job, doesn't it? INT. FIRING RANGE Cops BLOWING holes in human silhouettes. Hi-tech firepower all around. In the last stall stands Wade in his rapid- fire mode. Holding a mere .38. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Five shots. All around the bull's eye. Gun play stops. Cops at the end stall staring at Wade's handiwork. WADE I'm a little rusty. Wade lets another ONE fly. This one hits the bull's eye dead center. WADE Not bad for a bus driver. EXT. MOTORPOOL Wade passes a long stretch of cruisers. Unmarked. Marked. Cops going in. Cops going out. Standing beside an unmarked cruiser, carrying an array of crime-fighting gizmos is Officer Sanchez. Wade approaches. WADE You my partner? SANCHEZ Officer Hector Sanchez, Sergeant. Hillside Academy. Status G-8. Security Clearance 3. One year Advance Technical Crime Analyst. Weapons Assistant. FDA Junior Captain, Hollywood division--- WADE (interrupts) Are you a cop? SANCHEZ Yes. WADE Well, that's good enough for me. Wade crosses over to the driver's door. WADE (CONT'D) I drive. SANCHEZ Commissioner Gallagher gave me specific orders not to let you drive until you re-familiarize yourself with the process and territory. WADE I'm ready. SANCHEZ But Sergeant... WADE Give me a break, Sanchez. It's like riding a bike. Sanchez step into the cruiser. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER To Wade's surprise the dash is entirely computerized. Lights. Screens. Technocop. Seat belts automatically snap in place. WADE How do you start this thing? Sanchez punches a code into the ignition and the CRUISER ROARS INTO LIFE. WADE Does it drive itself, too? SANCHEZ You have to use the steering wheel to turn. The pedal for gas... WADE Got it. (forefinger reaches a red button) Ejection seat? SANCHEZ (pulling Wade's hand away) Whoa. Don't touch that. Pursuit Mode. (Wade looks confused) Auto pilot. Computerized steering and driving system used in high speed pursuits. Installed Fall 2006. Underground rumor has it they modeled it after you, sir. WADE Lean year for role models. EXT. MOTORPOOL The CRUISER peels out backwards. Spins around forward and BLASTS onto the streets. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade re-familiarizing himself with driving. Sanchez holding on for dear life. WADE And you were worried. INT. SALVATION ARMY MISSION (HOLLYWOOD) Street people feast on soup and bread. In the far corner of the room sits a psycho. A CLOSER look REVEALS Doucet. All alone at a huge table. A Bag Man carries his tray and readies to sit down close by. One look at Doucet and the Bag Man chooses to eat elsewhere. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER WADE I have to go home, Sanchez. SANCHEZ Commissioner Gallagher said... (glances at Wade) ...twenty years is a long time. Wade's eyes remain glued to the road. WADE No offense, but why'd they partner me with a rookie? SANCHEZ Doucet killed my partner. Wade glances back. WADE I'm sorry. Wade sees something. He pulls to the curb. Stares off into the distance. He turns off the ignition. SANCHEZ What is it? WADE'S POV THROUGH WINDSHIELD Two TECHNOTHUGS. Sitting in a dented late model. No plates. Parked across from a Security Pacific. BACK TO SCENE WADE See those guys? SANCHEZ (looking out) Technothugs. Wade looks confused. SANCHEZ Urban Warriors. Still confused. SANCHEZ Bad dudes. Sanchez brings the lingo down to Wade's day. WADE They're going to rob that bank. SANCHEZ How do you know? WADE Some things never change. Sanchez is impressed. SANCHEZ I'll inform dispatch. WADE There's no time. There are civilians in there. It's about to go down. SANCHEZ We don't know that for sure. We'll have to wait until they move. WADE Well, I'm sure. You're a cop. I'm a cop. Let's do what cops do. Wade moves. Sanchez grabs his arm. SANCHEZ Wait. Sanchez quickly punches letters and numbers into the on- board computer. Wade watches Sanchez, confused. A blueprint of the Security Pacific appears on the monitor. SANCHEZ There are three entrances to the bank. Main. Back emergency and an air con vent on the roof... (punches more info into the computer) ...I'll punch in the COMMTRACK suspect apprehend program, and... (turns to Wade, proud) ...I'll have a proposed plan of assault and arrest in about thirty seconds. Wade grimaces. Checks the rounds in his .38. WADE (impatient) I'll be right back. The on-board dash monitor comes to life. Gallagher on line. Wade sits tight. GALLAGHER (V.O.) Doucet's just offed two of the jurors who put him away. I'm rounding up the rest of them and putting them in police custody. What's your status? SANCHEZ We seem to've come across a 211, sir. GALLAGHER (V.O.) Forget it. Stick to the program. Wade reaches for the monitor. Shuts it off. SANCHEZ You can't turn him off. He's the Commissioner. WADE I'm not fond of television comedies. Wade reaches for the door. Back to business. WADE Wanna come? SANCHEZ My insurance won't cover it. Wade shakes his head. Crosses the boulevard over to the bank. Alone. INT. SECURITY PACIFIC Six customers. Three Tellers. Two Assistant Managers. Wade enters and crosses over to a FEMALE TELLER. FEMALE TELLER Hi, can I help you? EXT. SECURITY PACIFIC The Two Technothugs step out of their car and cross over to the bank. They are cautious. One's name is NARVELLE. The other is WIGGINS. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Sanchez is keeping an eye on the suspects and one on the monitor. The digital display reads: COMMTRACK ARREST PLAN BACK-UP ADVISED 6 MAN ASSAULT/STAGE 7 WEAPONS: AUTO/FULL HOSTAGE ALERT OCP-OCC-211 SANCHEZ (into headset) Unit 23... request back-up on 211... INT. SECURITY PACIFIC Narvelle and Wiggins bolt through the doors and whip out their AUTOMAG 754s. Each has a flaming skull tattoo on his right hand. WIGGINS Okay, everyone hit the fuck'n floor! People scream. WIGGINS Now! People hit the floor. Narvelle BLOWS AWAY the surveillance cameras. NARVELLE (maniacal laugh) We're gonna do some bank'n! Wiggins holds up a miniature electronic device. WIGGINS This little number monitors all electronic and satellite response alarm signals... so if any of ya is thinking of hitting the little red button, I suggest not! He charges toward a TELLER. WIGGINS Open the safe! TELLER (extremely nervous) I... I can't. Only the manager can. WIGGINS So get me the fuck'n manager. The Teller reaches for an intercom button. WIGGINS (cocking his gun) Aaaah! TELLER It's an intercom. WIGGINS I'll blow your head off, if it ain't. Wiggins depresses the intercom switch. WIGGINS Mr. Manager, get the fuck out here. We're having a little party, and you're invited. Wade steps out of the back office. Suit. Tie. He could be the manager, but we know better. WADE (nonchalant) There's no party. You lied. Silence. Wiggins looks to his buddy. Is this guy for real? WIGGINS Open the fuck'n safe before I get angry. Wade raises his hands in the air. WADE Just don't hurt anybody. WIGGINS That all depends on you. (to his Buddy) Go with him. Wade leads Narvelle to the safe, situated in the back of the bank. WIGGINS You got one minute. Wade and Narvelle disappear FROM VIEW. They approach the safe. Wade punches numbers into the coded lock. The door doesn't budge. NARVELLE Hurry up! With blinding speed, Wade back-elbows Narvelle in the breastbone with pile-driver force. The winded recipient falls cold. Wade removes the clip from the Auto Mag and tosses it aside. Casually he walks back into the bank foyer. WIGGINS Hey, what the fuck's going on here? Where's the other guy? WADE Grabbed some cash and hightailed it out the back door. Wasn't that your plan? WIGGINS Shit'n skunk... Wiggins races, full steam towards the safe. As he passes Wade, he is introduced to his forearm, full force. Wiggins staggers. Drops his Auto Mag, and falls. He quickly rises and gets into a major karate pose. Perhaps even Ninjutsu. It's something weird. WIGGINS You fuck'd with the wrong guy, slosh monkey. I'm going to drop your sorry ass. Wade mimics the phrase 'slosh monkey' silently. It makes no sense. Wiggins screams and charges. EXT. SECURITY PACIFIC Wiggins flies through the window like a rock in a shower of GLASS SPLINTERS. Wade crosses through the window wreckage instead of using the door. Sanchez runs forward and draws his ZV6 handgun. He's pumped. Adrenaline-high. SANCHEZ You're under arrest. Sanchez thrives on action. Cruisers pull up. Cops surround the Technothug. Wade heads for his unmarked cruiser. Sanchez darts to Wade. SANCHEZ Alright! You did good. Double hand me. Wade doesn't understand. SANCHEZ Double hand me. Sanchez demonstrates the futuristic high five. Almost like a child's patty cake. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade climbs in. Sanchez takes the passenger seat. Once again, the monitor lights up. Gallagher on line. Pissed off. GALLAGHER (V.O.) You two fucks listen up. Doucet's killing people and you're wasting valuable time busting two-bit Technothugs. SANCHEZ But sir, Sergeant Wade saved the hostages. GALLAGHER (V.O.) I'm thrilled beyond belief. He's one sarcastic S.O.B. A MONTAGE of forensic photos pass the screen. The two jurors lie dead. GALLAGHER (V.O.) Take a good look at these. The one on the right used to be a woman. The pix stop. Gallagher comes on. GALLAGHER (V.O.) She's left behind three kids and no husband. You know what that means? Taxpayers are going to foot the bill 'til they grow up. That's money out of your pocket, Sanchez. This is too much. Gallagher is a warped man. SANCHEZ Sir, your transmission's fading. GALLAGHER (V.O.) What the hell are you talking about? Sanchez gestures. SANCHEZ We can't hear you. Wade turns to Sanchez. A look of respect. SANCHEZ Your picture's fading. Sanchez turns off the monitor. He and Wade exchange smiles. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD Wade stands by a COMPUPHONE. His cruiser parked along the curb. Sanchez is out of sight. An OPERATOR appears on the liquid screen. WADE Cassy Wade. OPERATOR (V.O.) Would you like me to connect you? Wade's mind races. OPERATOR (V.O.) Would you like me to connect you? WADE Yeah. OPERATOR (V.O.) Ringing. Wade takes a deep breath. INT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL (VALLEY) The TELEPHONE RINGS. Cassy crosses the living room. Switches it on. The screen lights up. INTERCUT AS NEEDED WITH: Wade panics. Ducks out of sight. Breathing heavy. Afraid. Cassy appears on screen. Smiles. CASSY Hello. Wade flattens himself against the side of the Compuphone booth. CASSY Hello? Is anyone there? Cassy glances around. All she can see is the street. Wade desperately tries to take a step in front of the Compuphone. He can't. He closes his eyes. He hasn't heard his wife's voice in twenty years. It's just too much. CASSY Hello? Wade can't take it any more. He reaches around the Compuphone and hangs up. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD A CLEANSWEEP (Robotic Sidewalk Cleaner) moves towards the Compuphone. CLEANSWEEP (V.O.) (male voice) Please step aside... Please step aside... Cleansweep passes people who taunt it, but step out of its way. Wade doesn't see it as he steps out of the Compuphone. CLEANSWEEP (V.O.) Please step aside... Wade turns towards the voice pattern. He is startled by the mechanical figure bearing down on him. He jumps out of the way as it passes. Sanchez walks up holding two bags of food. SANCHEZ I had to go to three places to find someone who'd make a bacon cheeseburger. Sanchez hands Wade his bag. Wade removes the burger and takes a major bite. SANCHEZ Get with it, Wade. Beef is bad. Not to mention the nitrates from the pig. You're bucking for some major cardiovascular problems. Sanchez opens his bag and takes a bite of his vegiroll with puree beet sauce. Wade looks on. Beet sauce dribbles down Sanchez's chin. Wade hands him a napkin. SANCHEZ Thanks. Want'a bite? McDonald's vegiroll. WADE Pass. Sanchez stops eating. Gets serious. SANCHEZ Can I ask you something? WADE Yes. SANCHEZ When you're frozen, you're legally dead, right? Wade nods. Sanchez points to his brain. SANCHEZ (CONT'D) Then what goes on in there? What I mean is, what are you thinking about? WADE (in between bites) Bacon cheeseburgers. SANCHEZ Give me a break. I'm serious. What's it like to be dead? WADE Trust me. You don't want to know. A car parallel parks directly in front of Wade's cruiser. It also blocks a fire hydrant. The driver's door opens. The hydrant voice modulator is activated. FIRE HYDRANT (V.O.) (from voice modulator) You are in direct violation of Municipal Ordinance 90l3-CF. Obstructing a fire hydrant at less than fifteen feet. You have twenty-five seconds to remove your vehicle. If you do not comply, a parking infraction will be recorded and issued. The Driver high-tails it into a Dry Cleaners. WADE (calling out after the Driver) Hey, buddy... SANCHEZ Relax, let technology do the work. FIRE HYDRANT (V.O.) ...Municipal Ordinance 90l3-CF was passed in the mid-twentieth century... The Driver darts out of the Dry Cleaners carrying his laundry. He dashes to his car. HYDRANT (V.O.) ...Thank you for obeying the law. Drive carefully. The look on Wade's face is unbelievable. SANCHEZ You win some, you lose some. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER SANCHEZ Doucet's psyche profile is amazing, Three discs. Not including rap sheet. Theory two. Pseudo-Commando. (continues reading) Jesus, guy saw his father shoot his mother at the dinner table, and then get into a little Hari-Kari himself. l guess that meant no dessert for little Doucet. Sanchez snickers at his joke. Wade doesn't. Sanchez punches more numbers and letters into the computer. SANCHEZ NPA metamorphosis should biologically slow him down. That's when we'll get him. WADE You can't catch this man with a computer. SANCHEZ How then? WADE You don't follow the bodies, and you don't follow procedure. You do it by instinct. Think like him. Do what has to be dane. Sanchez is impressed. SANCHEZ Sir, I took the liberty of running a GCI scenario on a TM-1 earlier today... WADE GCI. TM-1. What language are you talking? SANCHEZ I also PVC'd you. (Wade glances at Sanchez) Youngest Officer promoted to Sergeant. Two CMs. Four honor medals... WADE Drop it. Sanchez wants to know why he went dirty. You can see it on his face. SANCHEZ Why? WADE I was set up. Sanchez doesn't buy it. SANCHEZ You're saying you were put away for a crime you didn't commit? WADE 'Bout the same time I busted Doucet I tried to nail this big-time dealer. I didn't have an ID, but I was close. Too close. Gained the confidence of a badass named Dubbs. He was going to turn me onto the big man. He made me for a cop. Mysteriously my fellow officers discovered ten pounds of heroin in my cruiser. SANCHEZ It doesn't make sense. Who would want to do that to you? WADE Nothing makes sense when you're a cop. Wade takes a deep breath. Sanchez shuts up. WADE Married? SANCHEZ Engaged. Plan on doing it this summer. You still married? WADE Yeah. Least I think so. Twenty- six years this March. Wade's in his early thirties. He removes an old, crumpled snapshot from his pocket. This thing looks like it went through the wash. Probably frozen with him. He unfolds it. It is a photo of Wade, Cassy and Kimberly at Disney- land. A great family photo. Wade shows the photo to Sanchez. WADE It's good to be married. Wade pulls up to a stretch of land stationed between apart- ment buildings in various stages of development. This is the land the old run-down projects sat on. Across the street, wrecking crews sit idle for the night in front of buildings scheduled for demolition. Wade stops, steps out and crosses over to a chain link fence. Sanchez follows. SIGN READS: MAKE WAY FOR THE FUTURE 1, 2 & 3 Bedroom Units RITCHIE BROS. CONSTRUCTION SANCHEZ What's this place? WADE This is where I found Doucet twenty years ago. Thought maybe he'd come back. A pain thunders through his leg. He grabs it. SANCHEZ You okay? Wade looks up. WADE Yeah. SANCHEZ Hey, Rip Van Winkle, maybe we'd better call it a night. Wade smiles at the reference. INT. SANCHEZ'S APARTMENT - DEN Wade glances around the room. Picks up a framed holograph photo of Sanchez and his gal. Sanchez walks into the room, loaded with a blanket, pillows and sheets. WADE She's pretty. SANCHEZ Thanks. He opens the couch and unfolds the hide-a-bed. SANCHEZ She's back East visiting her mother for two weeks. Sanchez places BioBears sheets on the bed. BioBears are cartoon characters. Shaped like bears. Named after body parts. Furry friends like Larry Legs, Ernie Eyes and Harriet Heart. Wade smiles. WADE Nice sheets. Sanchez laughs. SANCHEZ I've had these ever since I was a kid. Last thing my father bought for me before he died. I guess they've got some sort of sentimental value. Sanchez finishes the bed. Lays down the pillows. SANCHEZ You need anything else? WADE I'll be okay. SANCHEZ Good night, Wade. WADE Good night. Sanchez leaves the room. Wade takes off his shirt. Lays it down on a chair. Reaches into his pocket and pulls out the weathered photo of his family. Stares at it for a brief moment. Places it beside the bed. Removes his pants, turns off the light, and climbs into bed wearing only his underwear. He's uncomfortable. For twenty years he's stood upright. His body is not used to comfort. Sanchez appears. Switches on the light. He and Wade swap stares. SANCHEZ You did good today. EXT. HOLLYWOOD - ALLEYWAY A thin stream of garbage lined back street, half-lit by the moon. Defaced by "Technothugs Rule" graffiti. Torn holograph campaign posters wallpaper the entrance. Gallagher's smiling mug promises: "FIGHTING FOR YOU. 24 HOURS A DAY". Two Technothugs rewire the billboard's voice modulator. Gallagher cusses a blue streak. A Bag Man rummages through a trash container searching for a midnight snack. In the darkest corners sleep shadows of humans brought down to their lowest degree. They cling to sole possessions which include pieces of clothing and empty Wild Turkey bottles. Doucet sleeps with the best of them. Half covered in newsprint. Peaceful. Curled in a fetal position. INT. SANCHEZ'S APARTMENT - DEN Wade watching the tube. Holding the remote. Flips through channels. Stops at the Playboy holograph station. A 3-D couple are hot and heavy. Major foreplay. Wade can't believe it. He feels like a peeping tom. Shuts off the tube. In the b.g., he hears Sanchez's talking. He climbs out of bed. Crosses the room and looks into Sanchez's kitchen. Sanchez is on the line. Muffled voice. SANCHEZ He's on downtime. Yes... we're making progress. He doesn't fit the profile of a bad cop. Yes sir, I know his record, but... No sir, I won't. INT. GALLAGHER'S STRETCH LIMO Gallagher on the horn. His wife beside him. Barbara Bush- like. Probably has a great personality. But that's it. She removes her heels and rubs her tired feet. Both are wearing formal wear. Probably coming from a dinner party. GALLAGHER Don't be impressed by his little stunt today. He's a bad apple, Sanchez. Remember that. Limo stops in front of Gallagher's home. Large and white. Beautiful and elegant. Real Estate Heaven. Uniformed Cops patrol the grounds. Gallagher cups the receiver. GALLAGHER (to Wife) I'll be back in a couple hours. I have to go over my victory speech at the office. His wife sighs. Climbs out. Gallagher blows her a kiss. GALLAGHER (to Sanchez) I want a full disc on his actions tomorrow. INT. SANCHEZ'S APARTMENT - DEN Wade in bed. Staring off into a blank void. He can't sleep. He's got a lot of shit on his mind. INT. TOWNHOUSE Gallagher stands in front of the vanity. Snaps on his Rolex. Runs his hands through his sculptured silver hair. Smiles. An after sex smile. The MIRROR CATCHES a YOUNG DOLL lying in bed. You know the type. All curves. All lips. Not an MIT graduate. Gallagher turns to her. DOLL You've got my vote, Commissioner. EXT. TOWNHOUSE Gallagher's limo sits idle by the curb. Kai Ling and Dokes stand at attention. Gallagher steps out of the building. Glances around. Adjusts his bow tie. Moves for the limo. INT. SANCHEZ'S KITCHEN Rise and shine. Sanchez sets down two complete break- fasts. The health-conscious kind. Wade walks in. Groggy. Knuckles the sleep from his eyes. Coughs. SANCHEZ Good morning, partner. Take a seat. I made you breakfast. Sanchez offers to pour the juice. SANCHEZ Juice? Wade puts his hand over his cup. WADE I'll have a cup of coffee? SANCHEZ Never use it. Stuff'll kill ya. An "oh great" look passes Wade's face. Sanchez pours. Wade takes his seat. Sanchez chows down. Wade looks at his own plate and sighs. WADE The breakfast of crime fighters. He picks up his toast and dips it into his juice. SANCHEZ I've been doing a little thinking. Medicomp's come out with an MRI scanner. You know what that means? Wade obviously doesn't. WADE No. Talk English. Then I'll understand. SANCHEZ We get to peek into Doucet's brain. WADE Hey, I'm eating. SANCHEZ I'm serious, Wade. This case is important to me. WADE You want to be a good detective? SANCHEZ Yes, sir. WADE Then find me some cigarettes. EXT. BAR A DRUNK MAN climbs into his grey Saab. INT. SAAB His card key won't fire up the engine. A VOICE MODULATOR ACTIVATES. VOICE MODULATOR (V.O.) (friendly female voice) You have activated the anti-DUI prevention unit. It is unsafe to drive. The engine will not start. Please find alternative transpor- tation. Thank you. Drunk hits the dash and curses. Suddenly the door whips open and two hands reach in. Big ones. Doucet's meat hooks. They rip the Drunk out. Steal his wallet. Doucet gets in. VOICE MODULATOR (V.O.) That's better. Drive carefully. Smoke. Rubber. History. EXT. ALLEY Sanchez and a Technothug. Exchanging cash for what looks like drugs. After the transaction, the Rookie heads for the cruiser at the of the alley. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Sanchez hops in. Tosses two cigarettes at Wade. WADE Two lousy smokes. You're a real sport. SANCHEZ That cost me two weeks' pay. Wade shoves one in his mouth. He smiles like a kid in a candy store. SANCHEZ I shouldn't have done this. I could lose my badge. Wade looks for the cigarette lighter. Sanchez fights with his conscience. SANCHEZ Maybe I should turn myself in. WADE Lighten up. You're going to give yourself an ulcer. He can't find the lighter. SANCHEZ Detroit stopped putting cigarette lighters in years ago. Same time smoking was banned. A "swell" look sweeps Wade's face. EXT. SUNSHINE MOTEL (HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD) A sleazebag roach house in the heart of Hollywood. INT. SUNSHINE MOTEL Doucet stands at the front desk. Face filmed in sweat. Clutching his wrist. He's in pain. In the b.g., an ELDERLY GENT wears liquid screen glasses tuned to 'Jeopardy' with Alex Trabek, Jr. The DESK CLERK hands Doucet back his credit card. Yeah sure, like this maniac really has credit. CLERK Here you go, Mr. Firestone. (places the receipt in front of Doucet) Sign here. Doucet signs. Sloppily. His hand trembles. CLERK You okay? (hands over the keys; points) Up the stairs to the left. Room 27. I'd go see a doctor if I were you. Doucet pivots and marches toward the stairs. INT. ROOM 27 The door opens. Doucet staggers into the room. Closes the door and locks it. He removes his weapons from under his jacket and lays them on the bed. Suddenly his knees buckle and arms go limp. He covers his face with his hands and withers in pain. Mild atrophy sets in, causing greying and bald spots. Loss and degeneration of elastic tissue cause wrinkles and dilation in blood vessels. He's aging and he doesn't know it. EXT. STREET Wade with a cigarette in his mouth. Cruiser hood open. He tries to spark the battery to light the sucker. Sanchez on his computer. Switches to MEDICOMP (Medical Computer). Split screen. MRl (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) scanning the soft tissue of two brains. A portion of each cerebellum is colored red. One larger than the other. SANCHEZ Part of Doucet's cerebellum, a portion called the vermis is under- developed. This area rates response to outside stimuli. Com- pare it to that of a normal law- abiding citizen. It could be why he kills. WADE Great. My partner's Marcus Welby. SANCHEZ I'm just doing it by the book. Analyze then vaporize. Crime's a science. Everything's analyzed. WADE With all this technology you don't even have to show up for work. Who needs cops when you've got gizmos. SANCHEZ (re: MEDICOMP) You're just afraid to use this. You have technophobia, Wade. That's what you got. Wade shoots Sanchez a look. This is an unbelievable look. The one you give someone if you think they're crazy. SANCHEZ (offers MEDICOMP) If you're not afraid, then go ahead. Let's see you use this thing. It's user friendly. Wade's frustrated. He turns to Sanchez. WADE You want to see science?v I'll show you science. He removes his .38. WADE This is science. Six tries. If you calculate correctly, one is all you'll need. He flips the gun back into the holster. WADE And it doesn't need batteries. He sticks his head back under the hood. SANCHEZ Dinosaurs are extinct because they couldn't adapt. Wade laughs. Sparks the battery. WADE Here we go. Now we're cookin'. He lights his smoke. Takes a long drag. A big ass smile on his face. Sanchez looks at him weird. WADE Wanna try? SANCHEZ No thank you, sir. Smoking causes lung cancer, heart disease, emphysema, and may complicate pregnancy. WADE You're not pregnant, are you? SANCHEZ No, sir. Wade offers the smoke. WADE Then g'head. Live on the wild side. I won't tell anyone. Sanchez gives in. Glances around to make sure the coast is clear. Takes the smoke and inhales. He quickly spits out the smoke and coughs. Wade laughs. WADE Not bad, huh? Sanchez is doing some minor choking. Wade pats him on the back. SANCHEZ (sarcastic) Great. DISPATCH SQUAWKS. Sanchez goes for it. Wade enjoys the smoke. Sanchez reappears. SANCHEZ Let's roll. We got a guy who swears his car was stolen by a suspect identical to Doucet. 0800 this morning. WADE What else did he get? SANCHEZ Wallet, cash, I.D... WADE (re: computer) Fire up that thing of yours and tell me all credit card trans- actions after eight o'clock. Sanchez works his Cop Computer. Wade watches. He can't hide his obvious fascination with the gadget. The screen lights up. Sanchez reads the info. SANCHEZ Bull's eye. One transaction... Sunshine Motel. Hollywood. After the eleven-hundred hour. Wade tosses his smoke. Slams the hood down. Both hop into the cruiser. INT. SUNSHINE MOTEL - SECOND FLOOR Sheppard and Underhill are led to Room 27 by the Clerk, Sheppard carries a double barrel riot gun. Underhill a Thermograph monitor. CLERK We get all kinds here, but this guy's major psycho. (points to Room 27) He's in here. Sheppard knocKs on the door with the riot gun. INT. BATHROOM - ROOM 27 Doucet faces the broken bathroom mirror. An old weathered Los Angeles Times newspaper headline hangs at eye level. You've seen the one. Headline reads: "HERO COP NABS SERIAL MURDERER." Smaller headline reads: "DEMOLITION MAN GETS HIS MAN." The words: DEMOLITION MAN have been circled numerous times. To a point where the paper's torn. SHEPPARD (V.O.) Open up. Doucet turns from the mirror. His face is a shock at first. He looks older. About five years. Streaks of grey. Receding hairline. A couple wrinkles. He doesn't look so good. Matter of fact, he looks terrified. He doesn't know what's happening to his body. DOUCET Go away! SHEPPARD (V.O.) This is the police. Open up. INT. SUNSHINE MOTEL - SECOND FLOOR In a Thermograph outline we see Doucet cross the room and pick up a large weapon from the bed. If this were a video game it would be fun. But it's not. UNDERHILL (holding Thermograph) Jesus, he's got a gu--- BAM! Underhill is smashed backwards as the door to Room 27 is ripped apart. He hits the back wall and slides to the ground. His jacket and shirt torn to shreds, revealing behind a bulletproof vest of KEVLAR IV. Sheppard and the Clerk are thrown down the corridor by the blast. SHEPPARD Are you all right? UNDERHILL I'm okay. Underhill spoke too soon. Doucet steps out of the wreckage and POPS a COUPLE ROUNDS into Underhill's head. Doucet does an about-face. The Clerk storms towards the stairs. Sheppard FIRES. Doucet FIRES. Sheppard is thrown backwards in the air, landing on the Clerk running down the stairs. Clerk screams and pushes the Cop's body off his back. Doucet down the stairs two at a time. Snarling with hostility. Elderly Gent oblivious. Now watching: "I LOVE ROCKY" -- The Sitcom. Soundtrack as follows: "Pound for pound he's number one/Now he's got a wife and a newborn son/New opponents every week/Trying to knock Rocky off his peak." Clerk races for the front door. Doucet FIRES. EXT. SUNSHINE MOTEL The Clerk hits glass door. Slumps to the ground, dead. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Approaches the Sunshine Motel. Doucet jackrabbits into the Saab. WADE That's Doucet. Sanchez brings up lights. Doucet pulls away from the curb. Shoots by the Cops. INT. SAAB Doucet does a double-take. Adjusts his rearview mirror. Yup, it's Wade back there. Doucet smiles. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER SANCHEZ (to Dispatch) Unit 23 in pursuit of grey Saab... Hollywood and La Brea... suspect believed to be Doucet... request back-up and air surveillance... DISPATCH (V.O.) Unit 23... back-up presently engaged and notified. Wade's pounding the shit out of the gas pedal. WADE Kid, you ever been in a high speed chase before? SANCHEZ Simulated one. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD The sky darkens as storm clouds gather ominously. Lightning crackles. THUNDER ROARS. Cruiser and Saab ROAR through the street neons at 80 mph+. Lights stretching and twisting. INT. SAAB Power-driven by Doucet with no regard to fellow drivers. EXT. RESIDENTIAL SIDE STREET Saab tears around a corner. Cruiser close behind. A TRUCK slowly makes its way up the street. The Saab hops the sidewalk and plows through a garden. Cruiser follows. EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD Slowing a traffic light, the Saab causes on-coming traffic to break suddenly. Fender bender time. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade driving hard. DISPATCH (V.O.) Unit 23... All available units still presently engaged... have been noti- fied... proceed with caution. Wade pulls Sanchez close and twists the headset towards him. WADE (frustrated; to Dispatch) Get us some fuck'n back-up now! SANCHEZ Comwatch Dispatch System. Can't assimilate voice stress. Code priority only. Sanchez is leaning uncomfortably. WADE (madder) Unit 23, we got a 211, 633, 415, 277, 502, 113, and my partner's stubbed his toe. Request back-up. EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD Saab weaves its way in and out of traffic. Cruiser follows tight. DISPATCH (V.O.) Unit 23... all units presently en- gaged... advise on 211... proceed with 633. Saab is cut off. Plows into a grocery store. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade puts the pedal to the metal. Towards the grocery store's new entrance. A look of stark terror sweeps Sanchez's face. WADE It's all right. I've done this before. EXT. GROCERY STORE Wade's cruiser speeds in. INT. GROCERY STORE Cruiser tailgates the Saab. Fruits and veggies splatter all over the place. Wade hits the windshield wipers. Shoppers run. EXT. GROCERY STORE Saab rockets out. Airborne over the sidewalk. Slides into a parked car. ENGINE STALLS. CRUISER SCREECHES to a stop. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER SANCHEZ We got him. Sanchez hops out. WADE Get back in the car. EXT. STREET Sanchez races. Weapon drawn. Saab FIRES UP. Peels out in reverse. Sanchez lashes out and grabs the tail fin. Doucet puts it in drive and races away. Dragging Sanchez. Feet dangling at 65 mph. Boot leather being torn to shreds. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER WADE Shit. He grabs a headset and hits the gas. EXT. STREET Car swerves. Sanchez hangs on for dear life. His radio headset squawks. WADE (V.O.) Get the fuck off his car, Sanchez. Let go of it. Sanchez loses his grip. One hand whips back. The other one holds on to the fin. SANCHEZ We're bringing him down, partner. You and I. The back WINDOW SHATTERS. Diced to smithereens. Doucet is one talented dude. Drives with one hand. FIRES with the other. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER WADE You're going to get yourself killed. Let him go. Sanchez reaches up with his free hand and locks onto the fin. Glass skates across the trunk. Cutting his fingers. SANCHEZ We're going to be heroes. Suddenly the Saab power brakes. Sanchez is thrown through the open back window -- across the seats and through the front window. He somersaults to the asphalt. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER WADE Nooooooo! EXT. STREET Doucet drives off. Wade skids to a stop. Door flings open. He jumps out and kneels beside Sanchez. The Rookie's covered in blood. Wade tries to revive him -- CPR style. WADE Live... C'mon... Live... Goddamn it. Sanchez coughs. Spits up blood. Comes to. SANCHEZ Did we get him? Wade breathes a sigh of relief. WADE Not yet. Sit tight. Help's on the way. Wade takes Sanchez's gun. He's crazed. Ready to erupt. WADE (into headset) Unit 23. Officer down. Corner Lexington and Maple. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade depresses the "Pursuit Mode" switch. CLOSEUP - DISPLAY SCREEN aligns the cruiser with the Saab. It has become a target. "LOCK ON" flashes. Restrainers hug Wade to the seat. Steering wheel gears into auto. Gas pedal pushes into the floor. Tach buried into the red line. EXT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wheels spin drawing up smoke and smelling of burning rubber. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Gear shift automatically switches into drive. EXT. SECOND SIDE STREET Cruiser bolts down the street after the Saab. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Like a pilot hitting G forces, Wade is pushed back. 90 mph+. The road blurs by outside. This is nerve shattering. DISPLAY SCREEN Saab simulated as a target. Speed and distance of suspect recorded. EXT. THIRD SIDE STREET Cruiser tailgates the Saab. EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD Saab turns onto the Strip. Cruiser snakes between two cars, tagging along. EXT. FOURTH SIDE STREET Saab ahead. A CAT steps into the middle of the road. The cruiser approaches. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade struggles with the wheel, in a desperate attempt to avoid the feline. Monitor beside display screen. Simu- lated cat on screen. Display reads: CAT Domesticated animal of the Feline Family. ANIMAL RIGHTS ACT 978-3387655 Protected SPCA and BOB BARKER FOUNDATION Code 34-R CAT HISSES. Auto-piloted cruiser comes within a hair, swerves around and continues its pursuit. The cat con- tinues on its way. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD The rain falls harder and steadier. The chase becomes more intense. On sidewalks. Sideswiping cars. Through crowded intersections. Left on a red. Anything to break the law. Popeye Doyle would be proud of these two. A TRAFFIC LIGHT changes from red to green. A swarm of cars cross. Saab rushes in, swerving to avoid them. Spin out. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally crashing through the glass doors of a Hollywood office building. Five stories. More grit than glamour. INT. OFFICE BUILDING - LOBBY The Saab sits atop a pile of glass, twisted metal, and broken concrete. Demolition smoke fills the air. The cruiser plows in, rear-ending the Saab. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Pursuit Mode shuts down. Display screen flashes: SUSPECT VEHICLE APPREHENDED 87Y99043--GTS43 Proceed with caution. INT. LOBBY Doucet emerges, moving fast. All business. He FIRES at Wade. Wade ducks under the dash. Doucet quickly runs out of ammunition. Wade rises and FIRES through the shattered windshield. Elevator doors open. Three Executives rush to close it. Doucet races forward. Boots crunching through broken glass. Execs run out. Doucet steps in and the doors close. Wade exits his cruiser and marches over to the elevators. INT. ELEVATOR Doucet leans back, catching his breath and restoring his senses. INT. LOBBY Wade empties a COUPLE ROUNDS into the elevator button panel, blowing it out of commission. INT. ELEVATOR The elevator jolts and stops. Llghts out. SMASH! Doucet punches off the emergency hatch and climbs up. INT. LOBBY With desperation strength, Wade pulls open the second elevator door. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT Doucet pulls himself up the steel cables. His bare hands quickly being cut up. Below Wade FIRES. BAM! BAM! BAM! The last bullet hits Doucet in the shoulder. He momen- tarily releases his grip on one hand and falls a few feet. He snarls. His shoulder aching and bloody. Wade grabs the cables and climbs. Doucet regains his strength and continues climbing. Below, Wade gains on him. INT. FIFTH FLOOR Doucet pulls himself up with one hand. Blood seeps from his bullet wound. He kneels for a moment restoring his senses. He looks down into the shaft and sees Wade climbing. Doucet rises and removes a fire extinguisher from the wall. He crosses back to the elevator shaft and hurtles the canister down. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT The fire extinguisher falls like a cannonball. It hits Wade hard in the upper body. He slips, reaches for support and clambers onto another cable. He draws his gun and carefully re-loads, using his body as a vise. He FIRES upwards, but Doucet backs away. EXT. FIFTH FLOOR Wade drags himself up. He rises and races for the stair- well. INT. STAIRWELL BAM! Wade enters fast. The door to the roof slams shut. Wade darts up the stairs. EXT. ROOF Wade kicks the door open and enters, .38 drawn. Doucet climbs off the roof. Strung across the building to a lower three story complex is heavy rope used for cable extensions. Doucet uses his gun as a pulley-sheave over the rope. Grasping both ends he slides across. Wade races over to the ledge. Below is nothing but open space. The Tie-post (Five Story Building) rope slowly starts to unravel. Wade uses his jacket as a pulley-sheave and jumps off the roof. EXT. ROOF (THREE STORY BUILDING) Doucet lands feet first. Wade follows. Doucet tries to untie the rope from its post. EXT. ROOF (FIVE STORY BUILDING) The rope snaps from its tie-post. EXT. OPEN SPACE BETWEEN BUILDINGS Wade falls in mid-air. He continues grasping the line, heading feet first towards the three story building wall. EXT. THREE STORY BUILDING The speed and strength of the rope is blinding. It whirls around Doucet's right hand, coiling it python-like. The circulation in the limb is quickly cut off. He is pulled to the ledge lassoed by Wade. His right arm pulled down- wards. This is painful. EXT. THREE STORY BUILDING - WALL Wade hangs comfortably from the rope, dangling in mid-air. Doucet, however, is in excruciating pain as Wade's body weight pulls at his joint. This is a freak accident. In a vain attempt, Doucet whips down his weapon. It misses Wade and CLATTERS to the ground. Doucet winces and growls. With one hand, Wade removes the PORTABLE POLICE RADIO from his belt hook. He breathes a sigh of relief before speak- ing. The rain continues to pour. WADE (into portable) Unit 23... suspect Doucet has been apprehended... request back-up and ambulance... Alleyway between Hollywood and Wiltern... DISPATCH (v.O.) Unit 23... Roger... good work, Officer... EXT. THREE STORY BUILDING - ROOF Doucet reaches down with his left hand and removes a BUCK M9 with seven-inch blade from a leather waist sheath. He brings it up and proceeds to cut through the binding rope and into his wrist. Blood geysers. He shows no pain. This is an animal at work. The rope splits. EXT. WALL The rope frees and Wade falls one and a half stories to the ground. He lands hard in a pile of garbage. EXT. THREE STORY BUILDING - ROOF Doucet runs across the roof, clutching his wrist. Blood covers his hands. EXT. ALLEYWAY Wade dashes out and onto Hollywood Boulevard. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD Wade races down the street. Parallel to him, Doucet jumps from rooftop to rooftop. These guys never let up. The rain doesn't bother them and neither does the pain. A CROWD of movie-goers bear the weather standing in line under a marquee. Wade charges forward. He's not changing direction for anybody. WADE (drawing his badge) Move outta the way. I'm a cop! The crowd backs against the wall as this crazy maniac races through. Doucet is still ahead, and much higher up. A SEMI brakes hard at a red light. Wheels lock. It hydroplanes across the boulevard. Wade slides and skates along the ground passing directly under the trailer. On the opposite end, he comes through quick, rises to his feet and maintains pursuit. The foot-race continues for another quarter mile, until suddenly Wade doubles over in pain. He cries out. He slumps to his knees. The rain beats down on his face. Under a pool of light cast from a lamppost. Doucet stops. He's bleeding bad. He knows he can't win this way. He looks down and laughs menacingly. Wade tries to rise, but he can't. He's paralyzed. A pained look covers his face. He's aging. From late twenties to early thirties. Couple grey hairs. Small wrinkles. Doucet races away. His laughing fades on the wind and rain. WADE (calling out) No matter where you hide, I'm coming after you! Wade collapses. The rain never lets up. Drops dance on his forehead. A SIREN WAILS. BRAKES SQUEAL. SIREN STOPS. DOORS SLAM. FOOTSTEPS. EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD Images go IN and OUT of FOCUS. Dizzy, exhausted and utterly drained, Wade lies sprawled out in the street. A pair of boots stand before him. The rain has stopped and somehow cleansed the streets. A flashing red light reflects off puddles. Wade looks up. He squints. Bennett belongs to these boots. Davidson stands close by. Their cruiser behind. Lights on. WADE (disoriented) Sanchez... BENNETT He's in ICU. Made it through surgery. (hand extended) Here. Sennett helps Wade to his feet. DAVIDSON Need an ambulance? Wade doesn't answer. Instead, he walks away. Takes out his last smoke. Raises it to his lips. Ponders. Snatches it out. Crumbles it. Throws it to the ground. Continues walking. Never looking back. EXT. POLICE STATION TWO COPS unload a trio of TECHNOTHUGS from the back of their cruiser. This is not a happy scene. PSYCHO-TELECOMP (V.O.) (pleasant voice) Thank you for calling the LAPD Auto- mated 'Help Line,' a public service sponsored by the LAPD and Mayor Ray Gallagher. INT. POLICE STATION - SERIES OF SHOTS Cops punching booking information into keyboards. Citizens making complaints. Criminals demanding equal rights. Two Cops escort a leashed pit bull. An elderly female complainant follows angrily with both hands bandaged. PSYCHO-TELECOMP (V.O.) Please enter the number correlating to your current state; One: Stress or Depression. Two: Marital Con- flict. Three: Job Related... INT. GALLAGHER'S OFFICE Gallagher at his desk. His entourage seated before him. The Two Bodyguards close by. A SALESMAN leans against the wall. They are all listening to a large multi-line answering machine called the PSYCHO-TELECOMP. PSYCHO-TELECOMP ...Four: Contemplating Murder or Suicide. Five: Drug Addiction. Six: Sexual Disease Carrier. Seven: Other. The Salesman steps forward and shuts off the unit. SALESMAN Okay. Now each question is refracted into a set of questions with a voice stress and polygraph analyzer, able to 'talk down' the caller. Thirty lines. Seven BCBs. We're talking state-of-the-art. More psychologist for your money. (pauses for effect) The only thing this baby doesn't have is a diploma. (laughs) I got 'em in New York, Boston, Chicago... Bennett steps into the room. Whispers in Gallagher's ear. GALLAGHER Not now, I'm busy. Bennett continues. By the reaction on the Commissioner's face it's obvious Bennett's just told him about Sanchez's death. Gallagher nods. He doesn't appear too depressed. Bennett leaves the room. Gallagher smiles. Turns to the Salesman. GALLAGHER I love it. SALESMAN (smiles shyly) Classic. I'll have 'em installed in every precinct by the end of the month. GALLAGHER Mayor Ray Gallagher. Good touch. Just don't start 'til tomorrow. I haven't technically won yet. He beams. Winks at Roshko. SALESMAN Check. The Salesman removes the Psycho-Telecomp from Gallagher's desk and crosses the room over to the door. SALESMAN Tomorrow. Thanks. The Salesman leaves. PEEBLES Sir, your dinner with the union leaders begins in an hour. Your wife will meet you there, so we can leave whenever you're ready. GALLAGHER Fine. PEEBLES I've also drafted a letter to families of officers killed in the line of duty. They'll need your signature. INT. POLICE STATION Wade walks through. Silent. Determined. He looks like... well you can guess. A few grey hairs. Tired eyes. This man's a wreck. INT. GALLAGHER'S OFFICE Gallagher is signing letters. His entourage spit out his calendar. PEEBLES ...breakfast tomorrow at seven... REBECCA Bring your wife and kids, it'll look good... MR. MAYOR. Gallagher smiles. His people know how to make him happy. PEEBLES ...Immediately following... (eyes widen) ...Oh my God! Gallagher looks up. Everyone turns. THEIR POV Wade stands at the doorway with his .38 aimed at the ready. BACK TO SCENE Gallagher forces a smile. His Bodyguards stand at the ready. GALLAGHER Hello Wade. WADE (to the entourage) Out of the room. The entourage looks to Gallagher. He nods in agreement. They leave. The Bodyguards stay. WADE (to Gallagher/re: Bodyguards) Tell Frick and Frack that means them too. GALLAGHER (to the Bodyguards) I'll be alright. Bodyguards leave. Door closes. GALLAGHER Too bad about Sanchez. Wade draws back the hammer. GALLAGHER You can't kill me. I'm going to be Mayor tomorrow. WADE I'm not voting for you. GALLAGHER (rising) Ah, fuck you, Wade. This is bull- shit. You're not going to kill me. (crosses the room) You're not going to risk your freedom. Wrong. Wade F!RES. The bullet slices by Gallagher shattering a picture frame of his family. Gallagher takes a step back. WADE I want to stop aging. GALLAGHER And I want Doucet. Wade aims the .38 at Gallagher's balls. This would make a man do anything. Gallagher takes a deep breath. GALLAGHER You bastard. The INTERCOM on Gallagher's desk BUZZES. PEEBLES (V.O.) Sir, your limo's here. GALLAGHER Kill me if you want. Hard line me with that 'I ain't got nothing to lose' bullshit. But you've got plenty to lose 'partner'. You've got a family. I'm giving you a chance to see them. (beat) I kept in touch. She never married. All these years. Maybe she loves you. I wouldn't know why. Gallagher crosses the room, heading for the door. Wade lowers his weapon. GALLAGHER This is a war, Wade. You against him. Vengeance time. The City's just in the way. Kill the fucker. You and me. We'll work things out when the time is right. WADE Remember my promise. GALLAGHER Don't threaten me. I tend to take these things seriously. (looks over Wade) And get a couple hours sleep. You look like day old shit. WADE Got compliments coming outta your ass, don't ya? Gallagher leaves the room. INT. POLICE STATION Gallagher crosses over to his entourage. Without words, they automatically turn and walk towards the door. PEEBLES You okay? GALLAGHER How do I look? PEEBLES Aces. They continue walking. EXT. POLICE STATION Gallagher and his entourage step out into a flurry of REPORTERS. Microphones everywhere. REPORTER #1 Commissioner... REPORTER #2 How do you feel about your sub- stantial lead in the polls? Gallagher moves down the steps. GALLAGHER Delighted. Good to have the support of the people. REPORTER #3 So it wouldn't be too early to start calling you Mayor Gallagher? GALLAGHER It has a good ring to it, wouldn't you say? Gallagher laughs. His entourage laugh. Reporters laugh. This is mechanical. REPORTER #4 Any message on the eve of this election night? GALLAGHER Thank you for your support. Every- one. Have a pleasant night, and get to the polls early. REPORTER #5 Commissioner, any comment on the recent murders of several police officers? GALLAGHER That has been investigated. We have a suspect and he is being brought into custody at this very moment. REPORTER #6 What about the murders of Judge Baker and Tim Duley? REPORTER #5 Is there any connection to... REPORTER #2 Sir... Gallagher looks to his entourage. Peebles takes charge. Just in time. PEEBLES Okay, that's all folks. Commissioner Gallagher has to go. GALLAGHER (whispers to Peebles) Keep 'em busy. Gallagher heads for the limo. Waves to all. PEEBLES The Commissioner has asked me to express his thanks... Gallagher steps into the limo. INT. POLICE STATION - REFRESHMENT CENTER Wade crosses over to SENOR COFFEE, a hi-tech Java machine. He deposits a buck in the slot that says to do so. SENOR COFFEE (V.O.) (Spanish accent) Buenos dias. Hello, I am Senor Coffee. Do you prefer Original Fresh Ground or Columbian Decaffeinated? WADE Make it strong. A COP passes by. COP It ain't human ya know. WADE Original... Fresh Ground. SENOR COFFEE (V.O.) Milk, Cream, Artificial Dairy Substitute, Sugar, or No-Calorie Sweetener? WADE Black. SENOR COFFEE (V.O.) Thank you for choosing Senor Coffee. Black coffee is dispensed into a twentieth-century styrofoam cup. Wade grabs it and drinks. A TECHNOTHUG comes screaming down the corridor, chased by TWO OFFICERS. They draw their weapons. OFFICER #1 Freeze! Technothug grabs a potted plant off an Officer's desk and hurtles it at the Cops. OFFICER #2 Heads. The PLANT CRASHES to the floor. Technothug averts and runs. Growls and screams. Yes, he does have a flaming skull tattoo. Technothug stops in front of Wade, shrieking like a banshee. Wade cringes. Technothug's eyes grow wide, and he quickly shuts up. Wade's knee in his balls doesn't feel good either. Technothug slumps to the floor in excruciating pain, holding his groin. All that and Wade didn't spill his coffee. INT. SEWER SYSTEM Some things remain the same. Murky water. Rats. Inde- scribable smells. Dark and spooky. Doucet sits slouched against the wall tying torn shirt cloth around his wrist. A crude homemade tourniquet. A bandage already covers his shoulder wound. His hands tremble and hairline recedes. The muscles in the solar plexus and stomach slowly droop. He's aging, entering his early forties. INT. SANCHEZ'S HOSPITAL ROOM Sanchez lies in bed. Face and hands bandaged. Wade walks in. Carrying a gym bag. Sanchez smiles. SANCHEZ Rip Van Winkle. WADE How ya feeling? SANCHEZ How do I look? WADE Not too good. They laugh. Wade opens the gym bag. Removes the holograph framed photo of Sanchez's fiancee and lays it on the night stand. WADE I brought you some toys. He next pulls out a lap-top computer and a dispatch headset. SANCHEZ What's this? WADE We're partners, aren't we? EXT. STREET LEVEL A manhole cover rises and Doucet climbs out into an inter- section. A car swerves to avoid him. He steps into a Compuphone. INT. COMPUPHONE Operator comes on line. She pauses before speaking. Doucet has that affect on people. Especially now. He looks like walking death. OPERATOR (V.O. ) Would you like 911 - Emergency? DOUCET I want Wade. Operator gets to work. OPERATOR (V.O.) I have a Valley number. DOUCET Yes. She looks at him weird. OPERATOR (V.O.) Ringing... Screen goes black... and then Casey comes on. Willy in the b.g. CASEY Hello. Doucet's voice is raspy. Almost caveman-like. DOUCET Where is he? Cassy doesn't recognize Doucet. He's older and messed up. His own mother wouldn't recognize him. CASSY I think you have the wrong number. Doucet screams... DOUCET WHERE IS HE? Cassy turns to Willy. Doucet is getting crazy. CASSY Go to your room. WILLY But... CASSY Now. Doucet chuckles like a sick puppy. DOUCET He's going to die. CASSY Don't you have anything better to do with your time? She thinks this is a crank call. Doucet laughs. CASSY I'm going to report this to the phone company. Cassy hangs up. The look on Doucet's face is great. He is supposed to work for the phone company. He smashes his fist through the Compuphone screen. EXT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL (VALLEY) Wade's new cruiser pulls to the curb two houses across from his family's. ANOTHER UNMARKED CRUISER sits at end of the block. INT. OTHER UNMARKED CRUISER (UNIT 45) Two Detectives. The passenger, CEFALO sleeps. The driver, MORROW, watches. He quickly nudges his partner. CEFALO (waking) What? MORROW There. Cefalo rises from his slumped position and spots Wade sitting in his cruiser. He quickly keys the onboard computer. LAPD vehicle registration on the monitor. MORROW It's Wade all right. Morrow goes for the door. Cefalo holds him back. CEFALO Cut him a break. He stopped a 211 yesterday. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade stares at his family's house. Displayed on the monitor is a Dwell File. Three residents live at the address shown. Cassy Wade, Kimberly Wade Simpson, and William Simpson. Wade looks sad and tired. He is afraid to move. He pulls out his family snapshot. His hands tremble as he unfolds it. He lays it on the dash. Squelches the headset. WADE Sanchez...? DISPATCH SQUAWKS. SANCHEZ (V.O.) I'm here. WADE You treat her nice. SANCHEZ (V.O.) (confused) ...What are you talking about...? WADE Your girl. Being a cop will be rough on her. SANCHEZ (V.O.) ...Have you been drinking? WADE Not yet. Voices call his attention. WADE I have to go. He puts down the headset. EXT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL Willy is having trouble mounting his tricked out BMX. He's five-years-old, going on 15. Cassy and Kimberly watch at the doorstep. KIMBERLY Need help? WILLY I got it. I got it. KIMBERLY You sure? I can help you. WILLY Ah Mom, you're embarrass'n me. KIMBERLY Nobody's looking. WILLY Go in the house. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER It takes a second to hit Wade, and when it does, it almost floors him. He's staring at his family. His wife Cassy, still beautiful, is now in her mid-forties. His four- year-old daughter is now a woman of twenty-four. A lump the size of an apple forms in his throat. EXT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL KIMBERLY Maybe I should put on the training whe--- WILLY Not the 'T' word. KIMBERLY Ooops, I forgot. CASSY Cars have four wheels. WILLY Does this look like a car? This is a bike. Two wheels. One seat. Willy pedals away unsteadily. WILLY I got it. See ya. CASSY Be careful. KIMBERLY Bye. Cassy and Kimberly re-enter the house. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Shaken, wade steadies himself along the dash, holding back the tears. In the rearview mirror, he can see Willy approach. Wade panics and STARTS the ENGINE. He's not ready for this. EXT. STREET Willy struggles with the pedals and handlebars. He falls. Wade jumps out of the cruiser and rushes to his aid. INT. OTHER UNMARKED CRUISER - UNIT 45 Cefalo and Morrow watch. EXT. STREET Wade helps Willy to his feet. WADE You all right? WILLY Yeah. WADE (looking over bike) Seat's too high. WILLY My mom says I'm gonna grow. Wade laughs. Willy notices the .38 sitting in Wade's holster like a fashion accessory. WILLY Hey mister, you a policeman? Wade looks confused. Willy stares at his gun. Wade buttons his jacket. WADE Yes. WILLY My granddad was a policeman. Wade wants to say something. But he can't. WILLY I'm going to be a policeman. WADE What's your name? WILLY William Simpson. I like Willy. WADE Good to know you, Willy. Willy mounts his bike. WADE Let me help you. Wade helps Willy balance himself. He runs along with the bike until Willy is riding by himself. WILLY Bye. Thanks. WADE Remember, get the seat fixed. Willy drives off. Wade stands watching him for a moment. He turns to the house. He wants to step forward, but it's not an easy walk. He hesitates, walks and then recoils. He glances back and for the first time notices the other unmarked cruiser. INT. OTHER UNMARKED CRUISER Cefalo and Morrow watch Wade as he crosses back to his cruiser. Wade climbs in. He stares at himself in the rearview mirror. EXT. STREET Wade's cruiser door opens. He gets out and walks across the street determined. CEFALO AND MORROW step out of their cruiser and stand beside it, watching. They exchange glances with Wade. Cefalo and Morrow nod their approval. EXT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL Wade stands at the end of the walkway leading to the front door. He hesitates and crosses the lawn into the backyard. He stops at a window. Curtains half-drawn. He stares into the empty living room. HIS POV - KIMBERLY Suddenly Kimberly crosses the living room into the kitchen. Cassy is sitting at the table drinking coffee. KIMBERLY (V.O.) Michael called yesterday. He wants to take Willy for the summer. CASSY (V.O.) What did you say? KIMBERLY (V.O.) I'd think about it. BACK TO SCENE Wade watches, punishing himself. Nothing like looking in from the outside to depress someone. HIS POV Kimberly searches through the refrigerator. KIMBERLY (V.O.) Mr. Murphy asked about you again at work yesterday. CASSY (V.O.) (chuckles) He just wants me to make him cinnamon cookies like I made for you. KIMBERLY (V.O.) I think he wants more than your cookies. CASSY (V.O.) Kimberly! KIMBERLY (V.O.) Mom, I hate to break this to you, but there's a whole other species out there you're neglecting. If you've forgotten, they're called 'men'. Sometimes referred to in more colorful language. They both laugh. BACK TO SCENE Wade stands stone-cold. A tear trickles down his cheek. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade climbs in. He looks like a frightened child. He tries to fight back the tears, but it isn't easy. INT. OTHER UNMARKED CRUISER - UNIT 45 Cefalo and Morrow climb in. Cefalo keys the Dispatch. MORROW (into headset) Unit 45... EXT. GALLAGHER'S PACIFIC PALISADES HOME A Mercedes, BMW and cruiser sit in the driveway. INT. LIBRARY - GALLAGHER'S HOME Mahogany wood. Hard covers. Some first editions. No paperbacks here. Bennett and Davidson eyeball the literature. The door opens and Gallagher steps in. Keyed-up. Knotting his tie. Watching his wristwatch television. Frick and Frack follow tight. GALLAGHER Talk fast. Polls open in half an hour. BENNETT Wade did a little reminiscing. Gallagher shuts the door. GALLAGHER What is this, the fucking Key-Stone Cops?! DAVIDSON Cefalo and Morrow said he was more like a spectator. GALLAGHER He didn't go in. That's good. BENNETT Can't figure. Guy hasn't seen his family in twenty years. INT. BACK ALLEY DOCTOR'S OFFICE One level above condemned. No diplomas on the wall. If this quack has a license, I'll eat my word processor. Doucet sits in the middle of the room. Sweating, big time. Aged. Pained. The DOCTOR steps into the room wearing a dirty-white lab jacket, holding a miniature full-body X-ray. DOCTOR You're aging rapidly. That's all. Normal Post-Cryo symptoms. DOUCET Stop it. DOCTOR Wish I could. As you can see, I have little to work with here. Government doesn't issue NPA serum to... they just don't give it away. (turns to the cash register) How would you like to pay for the check-up? DOOR SLAMS. Doctor spins. Doucet is gone. INT. NORTH HOLLYWOOD BAR A low-life watering hole. Smokey air. Sticky tables. Loners. Whores on a coffee break. Except it's early in the morning. The BARTENDER watches election news on an overhead 19-inch. A SLEAZEBAG nurses a half-empty beer. A WHORE stands by the jukebox. Wade sits at the bar and drinks. WADE (to the Bartender) I'll have another. The Bartender nods and gets to work. Pours a whiskey. Wade looks like a man with serious shit on his mind. The Whore approaches. Open for business. WHORE Hi. WADE (over his shoulder) Hi. WHORE Haven't seen you around. Where have you been all my life, handsome? Some lines never change. WADE Frozen. Sleazebag snaps to attention. WHORE (laughs) Funny. Would you like to buy me a drink? WADE (reveals his wedding band) This little thing says I can't. WHORE You could always take it off. WADE It's stuck, but thanks for the offer. The Whore pulls out her medical report. She doesn't give up easy. WHORE Papers. Last Medcheck two weeks ago. A-1. Disease free. Guaranteed by the State. WADE I don't care if you've got the Good Housekeeping seal of approval... I'm not looking for company. The Whore walks away. Business is bad. The Bartender sets a glass of whiskey in front of Wade. Sleazebag slides over. SLEAZEBAG Frozen huh? Cryo-Prison? WADE Yeah. SLEAZEBAG I did two fives on a hit and win. WADE (to himself) Nobody talks normal anymore. The Sleazebag rolls up his shirt sleeve. His arm is a mess. A shriveled-up cluster of decaying flesh. Green- brown. Almost gangrene. Wade cringes. SLEAZEBAG Freezer burn. Wade takes a long drink and throws some cash on the counter. Leaves. EXT. NORTH HOLLYWOOD BAR Wade heads for his cruiser. His portable SQUAWKS. He picks it up and speaks. WADE Yeah. SANCHEZ (V.O.) This should make your day. The guy who testified against you... Dubbs... was arrested a total number of twenty- four times. WADE So, he's got a thing for prison clothes. SANCHEZ (V.O.) That's just it. He never did time. Seems each arrest was botched for one reason or another. Judge threw out the cases each time. Either he's got a horseshoe up his ass or powerful friends. Sanchez groans. WADE You okay? SANCHEZ (V.O.) (in pain) Aaah... Mother of Jesus. WADE What is it? Your legs? Hands? SANCHEZ (V.O.) Hospital food. INT. SANCHEZ'S HOSPITAL ROOM Sanchez sits behind a tray of hospital slop. He spits a mouthful into a napkin. Lap-top on. A photo of Dubbs on line. Information flashes. DWAYNE DUBBS NCP/24 Arrests/0 Convictions SANCHEZ (re: hospital food) You oughta drop by for the lunch special sometime. You're really missing something. WADE (V.O.) (laughingly) I've seen what you eat. That stuff can't be any worse. Sanchez keys the computer. More Dubbs info appears: LAPD 9000675 Narcotics Present Address: 4152 Woodman Ave. Apartment 602 SANCHEZ Looky here, seems Dubbs is still in business. WADE (V.O.) What are you doing this for, Sanchez? SANCHEZ If you were set up, I want to find out who did it. INT. CONVENTION ROOM - LUXURY HOTEL Gallagher stands center stage. Arms in the air. Waving. Blowing kisses with Nixon-like charisma. A full house cheers him on. After a brief moment his entourage hurries him offstage. EXT. BACKSTAGE Gallagher loosens his tie. Roshko forces his way through the entourage and whispers in Gallagher's ear. Gallagher steams. Bites his lip. Obviously he's not pleased with what Roshko's just told him. He heads for the glass elevators. The doors open. Gallagher steps in. Stops his entourage. GALLAGHER Take next one. I'll be okay. Meet you on the roof. INT. GLASS ELEVATOR Speeds up. Stops halfway to the top. Doors open. Dubbs stands alone. Nervous. Twenty years older than the Wade trial video. He steps in. Gallagher is not happy. GALLAGHER What was so urgent it couldn't wait? The elevator doors close. Gallagher hits the STOP button. DUBBS Someone's snooping around. My cop files were accessed. GALLAGHER (grins) Dubbsy, you've been doing too much of your own shit. You're paranoid. It's probably just a routine LAPD computer update. DUBBS Well I don't like it. It's never happened before. Lose my files. GALLAGHER I just can't do that, Dubbsy. DUBBS You're gonna be Mayor. You could do anything. Look... I've come through for you whenever you needed a favor. Do this one for me. Gallagher smiles. Pats Dubbs on the cheek. GALLAGHER Okay. Gallagher switches off the stop button. The elevator doors open. GALLAGHER You registered? Dubbs steps out. Pulls out his voter's registration card. DUBBS You're the man. The doors close. Elevator continues upwards. GALLAGHER (beams) And don't forget it. EXT. HELIPAD - ROOF - LUXURY HOTEL A Rotojet idles. Gallagher is met by his entourage and escorted over to his copter. EXT. STUDIO CITY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - SCHOOL YARD Recess. Willy and a group of friends play ball. AUDITORIUM adjacent to the school. Workers are hanging a banner which reads: VOTE HERE. A MAN in the distance. Standing stone-like across from the school. A CLOSER SHOT reveals it is no ordinary man. It is Doucet. This is how children end up on milk cartons. The SCHOOL BELL sounds. INT. CLASSROOM Willy sits surrounded by his PALS as the TEACHER calls out the attendance. This class is not over attentive. TEACHER Charlie Gibbs... Charlie Gibbs... GIBBS (calling out) Not here. Everyone laughs. A KNOCK on the door interrupts the action. Vice-principal ROGER ADAMS steps in. Nothing like authority to break up the fun. MR. ADAMS Good morning. (gesturing with his index finger) Willy Simpson, come with me please. Willy's eyes go wide. Mind racing, coming up with excuses for things he never did. PAL #1 (leans and whispers) You're trashed, Willy. Willy crosses the room. Mr. Adams ushers him out. EXT. HALLWAY Mr. Adams closes the door. MR. ADAMS Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Your father called and asked me... WILLY (startled) My dad? MR. ADAMS He's coming to pick you up. You have a--- WILLY My dad lives in New York. Mr. Adams takes a step back, perplexed. MR. ADAMS That's funny... Willy stares at something in the distance. His mouth drops. A scared look blankets his face. Mr. Adams turns. THEIR POV Like an unwanted relative, Doucet appears with no warning. He draws his gun. Silencer on. BACK TO SCENE SCHOOL BELL RINGS. Flocks of children storm the halls. A sea of three and four foot scholars. Doucet hesitates from firing. Mr. Adams grabs Willy's hand and makes a run for it. Doucet moves after them. Children play. Doucet cuts through, stepping over pint-sized partiers if he has to. Mr. Adams and Willy round a corner. WILLY Who is that? MR. ADAMS Isn't that your father? Willy shakes his head 'no'. Mr. Adams tugs at his arm, pulling him down the hall. Doucet on their trail. A SECOND BELL RINGS. Children dart into their classes. The hall slowly empties. A TEACHER steps out into the hall. TEACHER Hey, you can't bring a gun into--- Doucet FIRES, the force of which slams the Teacher against a trophy cabinet. Mr. Adams and Willy continue. Willy trips and releases his grip. Mr. Adams stops turns. MR. ADAMS C'mon Willy... c'mon! Doucet charges, grabbing Mr. Adams and lifting him into air with one hand. Mr. Adams weeps. Doucet reaches into his pocket and pulls out a note scribbled in blood. Addressed to Wade. He shoves the note into Mr. Adams' mouth. DOUCET You will be my messenger. Mr. Adams moans. Doucet's free hand disappears. The MUFFLED SOUND of AUTOMATIC FIRE breaks the silence. Mr. Adams' body spasms. Bye bye Vice Principal. Doucet drops the body to the floor. INT. SQUAD ROOM Portable 8-inch sets on every desk. News Announcers dis- cuss today's election. Cops keep one eye on their work and one on the news. Davidson passes through. DAVIDSON Anybody know where Wade is? INT. MEN'S ROOM Wade stands in front of the mirror. He hesitantly raises his hand and touches his face. Takes a deep breath. Getting older in such short time is a lot for one man to handle. He runs his hand through his hair. Singles out a patch of grey. Pauses. Spots a tube of black shoe polish at the end of the sink. Grabs it. Opens it and squeezes some into his palm. A COP enters and makes a beeline over to a urinal. He glances at wade awkwardly. Wade runs the shoe polish over his patch of grey. The Cop steps away from the urinal and heads for the door. WADE Afternoon. Cop leaves. Wade slides down the wall to his ass. Wraps his hands around his knees and lowers his head. Ponders. After a brief moment, he rises and stands in front of the mirror. Most of the grey is gone, but not all. There is no hiding his age. He takes a good look at himself. Steps into a stall. INT. STALL Wade sits. He pulls out his family photos and stares at it. Frowns. INT. MEN'S ROOM Davidson bursts in. DAVIDSON Wade, you in here?! INT. STALL Wade quickly pockets the picture. WADE Yeah! INT. MEN'S ROOM Wade steps out of the stall. DAVIDSON Everyone's looking for you. Doucet's got your grandson. INT. SQUAD ROOM Wade enters. Davidson behind. Gallagher is there. So are Bennett and Frick and Frack. GALLAGHER Just got the call. Took him from school. Bastard nailed the Vice- Principal and a teacher. WADE Where? Gallagher hands Wade Doucet's note. Wade opens it. It's written in blood. Slightly blurred. Almost like a child using a crayon. Gallagher reiterates what's written. GALLAGHER TransAmerica building. Downtown. Fifteen minutes or the kid dies. Wade crumples the note. GALLAGHER That was two minutes ago. Wade looks at his watch. He sets the stopwatch mode at thirteen minutes. Gallagher opens a small case holding a syringe and a vial. NPA serum. GALLAGHER Roll up your sleeve. Wade heads for the door. WADE I'm wasting time. GALLAGHER You can't win like this. You'll only get older. This is what you wanted! WADE (over his shoulder) Not anymore. Wade leaves. GALLAGHER (to Bennett & Davidson) I want a blanket on this. Behind, but not too far. EXT. POLICE STATION Wade downs the stairs. Adrenaline high. A man repossessed. Two Cops usher Cassy and Kimberly up the stairs on the oppo- site end. Women under extreme emotional tension. Tears flow. Wade stops dead seeing them. Cassy and Kimberly see him. Time stops. Twenty years of sorrow expressed in a single glance. Wade takes a few deep breaths. Hearts pound. CASSY (with love that was never lost) William! She calls from the heart. There is sadness, tears and joy in her voice. Wade doesn't move, and when he does, it's down the stairs. He can't face them until he redeems himself. KIMBERLY Dad! Cassy and Kimberly watch as wade dives into his cruiser and peels out. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade drives like a madman. Make that lunatic. His eyes sadder than ever. He could be crying, but he hides it well. EXT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER This cruiser never had it so rough. Swaying in and out of traffic. Lights flashing. TIRES SQUEALING. Complete dis- respect for the law. INT. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER Wade glances from the road to his watch. His DISPATCH SQUAWKS. SANCHEZ (V.O.) I just heard. WADE He's got my grandson, Sanchez. SANCHEZ (V.O.) You be careful. WADE I'm signing off. Wade reaches to turn off the headset. SANCHEZ (V.O.) No. I want to be with you. WADE No you don't. Wade shuts off the headset. Pounds the pedal. EXT. TRANSAMERICA BUILDING - DOWNTOWN Rising majestically above L.A.'s downtown district. Window washers scale the 32 stories. WADE'S UNMARKED CRUISER pulls in and double parks. Wade bolts out. He heads for the main entrance. His watch reads little over one minute. EXT. ROOF (TRANSAMERICA BUILDING) The WIND WHISTLES hard and cold. The body of a dead Main- tenance Worker lies face down beside the stairwell doors. Blood surrounds his chest area. Strapped, spread-eagled to a small satellite dish, is Willy. A look of stark terror on his face. Doucet paces back and forth carrying the AR 2000. DOUCET One minute! Willy trembles with fear. Doucet coughs. The NPA Syndrome is creeping in. He wipes his mouth. Turns to Willy and smiles. DOUCET Superman can't save you now, little boy. On the word "boy", the stairwell door bursts open and Wade explodes in, full force. Out of breath. Tired. Looking like shit. Doucet pivots and the two square off. Weapons aimed. WADE Let him go. You've got me! Doucet laughs. WADE (places his gun on the floor) I'm putting it down. Doucet laughs harder. Wade puts his hands in the air. WADE Let the boy go. Wade's right hand goes numb. He massages the joint. Small pendulous formations appear on his neck. He trembles and runs his hand through his hair. A fistful comes out. A small bald spot left on the back of his head. Light scaly spots form on the back of his hands. There is a slight droop of the upper eyelids and inward turning of the lower ones. Loss of fat causes wrinkles and folds in his once-taut muscular frame. He enters his late thirties. Doucet continues laughing. WADE (painfully) You want me. He's nothing to you! DOUCET He's your blood. A tremor of pain runs through Wade's leg. He grabs his thigh and cringes in pain. Doucet lays down the AR 2000 and marches forward. DOUCET You hurt me. Now I'm going to hurt you. It's time to die. Wade is virtually helpless. Doucet slaps him hard across the face, sending the Cop to the ground. Wade coughs. His breath is unsteady. Doucet kicks him full in the chest. Wade spits out blood, having suffered damage of a structural nature to his ribs. Attempts to withstall Doucet's assault are interrupted by the sudden re-arrange- ment of Wade's left wrist. This Cop is getting his ass wiped. Doucet moves even quicker. All elbows, all knees, like an animal. Willy screams from the sidelines. Doucet lifts Wade into the air and hurtles him across the room. Wade rolls off the roof. His hands grasp the ledge. Down is bad. Down is far. Down is death. With the reserves of his strength, Wade struggles to pull himself up. Doucet charges. NFA syndrome hits Doucet like a runaway train. Pain shoots right through him. He screams as he ages five years right before Wade's eyes. Into his fifties. Wade takes advan- tage. He comes up and rolls barrel-like, rising to his feet. He double-hands Doucet in the gut, staggering him. Wade compliments that with the same to the back of the monster's head. Both men are aging. Big time. Doucet to sixty. Wade to mid-forties. It makes the fight that much more painful and tiring. Doucet rabbit punches. Wade blocks and coils. Stiff arms and coils. Doucet's knees hit the ground. Wade grabs his head and forces it into his knee bone. Wade manifests combat acumen of startling proportions. Doucet goes down for the count. Wade turns to Willy. Doucet grabs his leg and brings the Cop down hard. Doucet rises and kicks wade in the gut. These are field goal kicks. High and hard. He bounces across the roof like a bean bag. Doucet stops and picks up the AR 2000. Wade tries to move, but he can't. He and Willy's eyes meet. Defenseless and beaten, Wade lies in crippled agony. DOUCET Playtime's over. Wade turns and faces the dangerous end of Doucet's gun. WHUP-WHUP-WHUP-WHUP-WHUP. A ROTOJET rises beside the building. PILOT (V.O.) Drop your weapon. You are locked on target and under arrest. Bennett and Davidson burst through the stairwell door. Guns aimed. BENNETT Freeze! Doucet swings the AR 2000 around and side-steps over to Willy. Bennett FIRES. A bullet rips into Doucet's thigh. He winces but doesn't stop. Doucet sticks his Buck M9 under the boy's chin. DOUCET The boy dies. Wade rises sluggishly. WADE Don't shoot. PILOT (V.O.) Simon Doucet, you are locked on target. Release the child. DOUCET Say good-bye, Wade! Wade hobbles over to the ledge. WADE (calling out to the Pilot) Don't shoot! BENNETT (into portable) Hold back! The kid's too close! Doucet cuts the restrainers that bind Willy to the satellite dish. He takes the kid's hand. A loud MECHANICAL SOUND interrupts the action. A WINDOW WASHER rises beside the building. Standing on an electric scaffold. WADE Get back to work! Doucet pulls Willy back to the scaffold and grabs the AR 2000. The Window Washer pushes the lever down. Doucet stops him. DOUCET Leave! The Window Washer steps off. Doucet steps on. Willy in tow. WADE Don't take the kid! Doucet mans the lever. The scaffold lowers. Wade, Bennett and Davidson race over to the ledge. The scaffold scales the building. Doucet laughs. BENNETT (into portable) Follow him. The Rotojet slowly descends. Wade leads the pack to the door. INT. CORRIDOR Wade charges forward and punches the elevator "down" button, impatiently. Bennett and partner on his heels. Wade heads for the stairwell. BENNETT Hey, that's 32 flights of stairs! You're crazy. Wade pays no attention to Bennett. INT. STAIRWELL The door flings open and Wade enters. He looks down. An abyss with stairs. Wade should have listened to Bennett. He grabs hold of the railing and starts down. EXT. TRANSAMERICA BUILDING The Rotojet follows Doucet and Willy on the scaffold. Twenty-odd stories to go. INT. LAW OFFICE SUITES Wade darts through the maze of offices and partitions. A SECRETARY follows him. SECRETARY Mister... you can't... excuse me... Wade bursts through the office of a senior partner. INT. SENIOR PARTNER'S OFFICE A silver-haired EXECUTIVE sits beside his antique desk. Talking on the telephone. Wade takes him by surprise. SENIOR PARTNER (EXECUTIVE) (hand over the receiver) Wait a... hold on a second... Wade draws the curtains. SENIOR PARTNER What do you think... Outside, the scaffold is lowering. Doucet and Willy appear. A chilling grin on the psychopath's face. He presses the knife against Willy's throat. The ROTOJET follows in the b.g. WADE Bastard. Wade races out of the office. INT. STAIRWELL Wade shoots down a flight of stairs. Dizzy, exhausted, his body strained to the limit. He slumps against the wall to steady himself. Spots a fire hose coiled up against the wall. Without hesitation he rips open the fire box, and hauls out the hose. Drops it down the stairwell. Looks down at his ingenuity. WADE (to himself) It's not over yet. He grabs hold of the hose, steps off the railing and slides down the rest of the stories. Broken. Beaten. He should be dead. EXT. TRANSAMERICA BUILDING The scaffold comes to a stop on street level. Doucet grabs Willy and runs. The Rotojet follows. The sparse crowds watch the action. ROTOJET (V.O.) Please, stay indoors. Everyone, go inside! Sennett and Davidson storm out of the building. Guns drawn. A cadillac parks along the curb in front of a fire hydrant. A BUSINESSMAN opens the door and is met by Doucet who yanks him out. BUSINESSMAN Hey... what the... The Businessman wises up and races away after seeing Doucet's high-powered friend. FIRE HYDRANT (V.O.) (from voice modulator) You are in direct violation of Municipal Ordinance... Doucet shoves Willy into the car, spins and triggers the AR 2000. STRAFES the fire hydrant. FIRE HYDRANT (V.O.) Thank you for obeying... The hydrant EXPLODES. Bennett and Davidson FIRE. Doucet FIRES. A BUS APPROACHES. The big kind. Two sections. Sixteen wheels. Wade exits the building. WADE (shouting to Cops) Stop shooting! Davidson stops a wild bullet the hard way. He falls back- wards clutching his chest wound. Doucet drives away. BENNETT (leaning over his partner) How is it? DAVIDSON Stings. WADE Stay with him. Wade races off. Bennett calls for an ambulance over his portable. The bus stops. Unloads passengers. Wade steps in. INT. BUS Wade flashes his badge to the Driver. WADE I need this bus. Now! The Driver hesitates. Wade climbs up the bus stairs. WADE It's okay. I'm in the Union. RTD employee number 55643 dash A. The Driver gets up. BUS DRIVER She's all yours, pal. The Driver exits. Remaining passengers disembark early. A STREET BUM sleeps in back. Wade mans the wheel and closes the door. He knows the mechanics well. Like a seasoned pro he puts the dinosaur in gear. If you've forgotten, his Rehab Training was to be a bus driver. EXT. STREET The bus pulls away from the curb in pursuit of Doucet. The Rotojet follows overhead. INT. ROTOJET Battle Mode. The PILOT lows the two vehicles closely. PILOT (to Dispatch) ...traveling West on 8th Street. Request road block corner 8th and Western... DISPATCH (V.O.) Roger. EXT. STREET The bus closes the gap between the Cadillac and itself. Wade handles the wheel like a veteran RTD employee. INT. BUS Wade turns hard. The Street Bum falls to the floor. Rises groggily. STREET BUM Is this my stop? He heads for the front of the bus. Sees the chase. STREET BUM Go get 'em boy. Wade looks back. Does a double take. WADE Get down. Wade spins the wheel. The street Bum is thrown into a seat. INT. DOUCET'S CADILLAC Doucet pounds the pedal. Blood cakes around his thigh wound. He coughs. Willy sits curled up against the passenger door. INT. BUS Street Bum behind Wade. STREET BUM Make a left there. You'll cut him off. Wade looks back. Cringes. Returns to the chase. Up ahead there's help. EXT. STREET A road block. Ten cop cruisers. Cops stand at attention, holding high-powered rifles. Doucet's Cadillac tears up the road. The bus behind. Rotojet overhead. No where to go but jail. INT. DOUCET'S CADILLAC Doucet's lifeless eyes stares down the Cops. His hands tighten their grip on the steering wheel. EXT. STREET Doucet's Cadillac strikes the roadblock at 100 mph+. Cruisers forced apart. Glass, paint and metal everywhere. The Cadillac spins out in a cloud of smoke. The crumpled hood flies off. Doucet fights the skid, slowing to a stop. He climbs out. Willy jumps out and runs to safety. INT. BUS WADE (to Street Bum) Hang on. Street Bum grabs a seat. Watches wide-eyed. Yells in excitement as... EXT. STREET The bus plows through the roadblock, bearing down on Doucet. Doucet pivots, swings the AR 2000 over his shoulder and hops onto the bumper of the speeding bus. Wade spins the wheel, trying to force Doucet off. Doucet brings the AR 2000 forward and proceeds to blow away the WINDSHIELD, dicing it to smithereens. Waves the gun like a wand, strafing 'X' patterns, FIRING all the while he hangs on with his free hand. Wade ducks. Street Bum hits the floor, cussing a blue streak. Doucet EMPTIES a FIFTY ROUND CLIP. BULLETS CHIP away at the front of the bus, leaving pockmarks. Empty, Doucet tosses the useless weapon aside. Wade rises. EXT./INT. BUS Wade FIRES his .38. BULLETS RICOCHET off METAL as Doucet darts the fire. Two find their way into his shoulder. One full in the chest. He swears, loses his grip momen- tarily, but somehow hangs on. The Rotojet bears down on the bus. PILOT (V.O.) Sergeant Wade, pull over. Stop your vehicle and arrest your suspect. BACK TO SCENE Doucet reaches into his overcoat and pulls out the compact Stinger missile launcher. Aims it at the Rotojet. Looks to Wade, smiles and FIRES. Rotojet is hit. It spins into an air whirlpool. Smoking. SCREAMING. Pieces rain. EXPLODING INTO A FIREBALL. BACK TO SCENE Doucet struggles to climb into the bus. Wade kicks him back out. Shifts gears. With one arm, Doucet balances himself. Blood stains his clothing. This is not fun. Not even for Doucet. DOUCET (with a maniacal gleam in his eye) Arrest me. You've won. Wade drives faster. He removes his belt with one hand. DOUCET Arrest me. Wade loops the belt around the steering wheel and attaches the other end around the hydraulic door lever. He turns the steering wheel and releases his grip. The belt strains, holding the wheel steady. He lodges a piece of broken metal between the seat and gas pedal. DOUCET Bring me in. Be a hero. WADE I'm not in the cops and robbers business anymore! Wade sounds the HORN. Climbs out of the driver's seat. He heads towards the back of the bus. Doucet turns. The bus races towards the side of a warehouse. A concrete wall. For once, the look on Doucet's face is one of sheer fright. The bus, moving at about 75 mph+, EXPLODES into the wall, completely destroying the first section. Doucet makes his first good impression. It'll take weeks to find his body in the wreckage. The second section is left undamaged. The back door opens and Wade steps out. He walks away, never looking back. He's in rough shape. Cop cruisers appear. A ROOKIE steps out of the first cruiser to stop. ROOKIE COP (calling out to Wade) Hey, old timer. Wait a minute. There was a cop driving this thing. Where is he? Who are you? WADE (over his shoulder) Wade. Sergeant Wade. Street Bum steps off the bus. Smiles like a kid coming off a ride at Magic Mountain. Rookie Cop rushes to his aid. STREET BUM This was the best two-fifty I ever spent. INT. SANCHEZ'S HOSPITAL ROOM A Nurse walks in. Carrying a tray of pills. Sanchez is gone. EXT. HI-RISE APARTMENT - WOODMAN AVENUE An ambulance stops. Sanchez hops out. Bandages off. Face scared. INT. APARTMENT Dubbs sits with a cute BROAD. Melting a bizarre drug. Having a ball. A KNOCK on the door interrupts the festivities. Dubbs rises. Opens an armoire. Inside is a Bad Ass's collection of weapons. Old and new hardware. Dubbs grabs an old pistol. A .38 to be exact. Crosses over to the door. DUBBS Who is it? SANCHEZ (V.O.) Avon Lady! On that, the door comes CRASHING down. Right on top of Dubbs. Broad screams and runs. Sanchez stands on the door putting pressure on the Bad Ass's chest. SANCHEZ My man Dubbs. DUBBS Who are you? What the fuck do you want? Sanchez lifts Dubbs to his feet. Dubbs cringes at Sanchez's torn-up face. SANCHEZ I want to ask you a few questions. DUBBS No, you're not model material. (smiles) Anything else? Sanchez slugs him. Takes Dubbs' .38 and pockets it. SANCHEZ Funny guy. DUBBS Fuck you - fuck you. SANCHEZ You helped set up my partner, Sergeant William Wade. I want to know who put you up to it. DUBBS Your mother. Sanchez grabs him. SANCHEZ Tsch, I was hoping this'd be a lot easier. You know, I get the feeling Wade's rubbed off on our Rookie. Sanchez is acting like a cop. Unpredictable. Tough. I like it. I like it. EXT. HI-RISE Sanchez tapes Dubbs' hands and upper body to the back of the cruiser. Mouth over the exhaust pipe. Dubbs' eyes go in fright. SANCHEZ Perfect fit. He pulls out a breath mint. Puts it in Dubbs' pocket. SANCHEZ For later. Sanchez crosses over to cruiser. SANCHEZ You sure you don't want to talk. Dubbs' eyes stare and say no. Sanchez sits down in the open cruiser. Starts punching numbers into the ignition panel. Dubbs sweats as each digit is registered. Sanchez hums. Dubbs growls. He's ready to speak. Sanchez smiles. Crosses over and rips the tape off. Dubbs spits. It gets quiet real fast. Sanchez wipes his face. SANCHEZ For that I'm going to rev the engine. He re-tapes Dubbs' mouth. Heads for the driver's seat. Dubbs mumbles. His eyes reveal he's ready to squeal. Sanchez removes the tape once again. This time protecting himself from flying phlegm. DUBBS Okay... I'll talk. Sanchez rips open his shirt. Reveals a tape recording device taped to his body. Dubbs takes a deep breath. That's because he's in deep shit. SANCHEZ Speak up. DUBBS It was Wade's old partner... Gallagher. He was behind it all. Sanchez freezes. Great look on his face. He's got a million questions which are about to be answered. DUBBS I worked for him... still do. Said he'd make sure I was left alone if I helped put Wade away. He kept his promise for twenty years. SANCHEZ Prepare for a change in lifestyle. Sanchez rams Dubbs' face into the bumper. The bad ass snaps out cold. INT. POLICE STATION Wade walks. TWO BEAT COPS approach him. BEAT COP #1 I'm sorry, Wade... Beat Cop #2 snaps open a pair of cuffs. Wade calculates the situation. He should've expected this. Gallagher's that type of guy. BEAT COP #1 ...Gallagher wants you brought back to Cryo-Prison. WADE I did my job. I'm free. Beat Cop #2 moves to cuff Wade. BEAT COP #1 I'm sorry. That's his orders. Wade rises. Throws Beat Cop #2 into the back wall. Beat Cop #1 goes for his gun. Wade brings him down. With a nifty hand-foot combo. Wade spins. Simultaneously every Cop in the precinct cocks their laser weapon. Wade head- butts the first Cop to approach him. He's not going to go down without a fight. Three Cops tackle him. He wrestles them off and continues. Goes for the door. Just as he's about to open it, he comes face to face with a nasty weapon. The owner is a big Cop. BIG COP Freeze or you're dust. Wade has nowhere to go but Cryo-Prison. EXT. POLICE STATION Wade is ushered over to an idling cruiser. Handcuffed. It takes six cops to escort him. Things look dim... until a SIREN WAILS. Everyone spins. An AMBULANCE SCREAMS into the cop parking lot. Headed straight towards Wade. The Cops dive for cover. The ambulance SCREECHES to a stop. The passenger door is flung open. Sanchez drives. Wade is truly surprised. SANCHEZ Hop in. Wade doesn't waste any time. He dives in. Sanchez PEELS OUT. Cops rise. One grabs his dispatch. INT. AMBULANCE Sanchez drives with one hand. Helps Wade out of his cuffs with the other hand. WADE You should be in hospital. SANCHEZ And you should be with your family. Sanchez glances from the road to Wade. SANCHEZ You were right. You were set up. It was your ex-partner... Gallagher. The news hits Wade like an A-bomb. Sanchez tosses Wade Dubbs' .38. SANCHEZ Old Faithful. EXT. WAREHOUSE WRECK A huge tow truck slowly pulls the bus out of the wreckage. It RUMBLES and STRAINS. Bennett is in command of the Cop Work Crew. A slew of ambulances and fire trucks stand at the ready. News vans appear. The tow truck drags the bus away. Bennett charges. Followed by a team of cops. Ready for anything. They step over the rubble. Glance around. Bennett looks puzzled. BENNETT Where the hell is the body? A COP calls out. Panic in his voice. COP Over here. Bennett crosses over. The cop stands looking down at Doucet's overcoat. It's torn and tattered. The body is gone. Bennett's reaction is filled with horror. BENNETT Oh shit. INT. BALLROOM Tons of Gallagher supporters. Gallagher campaign posters. Gallagher pennants. Gallagher buttons. MAYOR INGRIM stands on stage at a podium making a speech. Behind him sits Gallagher, his wife and kids. All smiles. Frick and Frack in back. Press cameras click. Cheers all around... MAYOR INGRIM ...I've known this man for many years, and in some ways it's com- forting to know that I am passing the torch to such a dedicated... BACKSTAGE Wade and Sanchez walk. Eyes fixed on the stage. Two Cops try to stop them. Wade back-elbows one into the wall. Sanchez the other. Another Cop tries to tackle them from behind, but Wade sends him crashing into a stack of chairs. Wade and Sanchez approach Peebles. WADE I want Gallagher! INT. PARKING GARAGE A TELEPHONE REPAIRMAN walks up to a GUARD. Helmet on. Head down. Decked out in gear. GUARD Can I help you? DOUCET (TELEPHONE REPAIRMAN) (voice muffled) I got a call about a problem with your lines. GUARD I don't know anything about a problem. Telephone Repairman raises his head... and wouldn't you know it, it's Doucet. He looks like he went through a meat grinder. Guard gasps at the Telephone Repairman from hell. DOUCET I'm your problem. He reaches out. Headbutts the Guard and snaps his neck. INT. BALLROOM Peebles walks hunched over to Gallagher. He whispers in his ear. Gallagher shakes his head. Peebles insists. He gestures off-stage. THEIR POV Wade and Sanchez stand in the wings. BACK TO SCENE Gallagher can't believe it. A "Holy Jesus" look sweeps his face. He whispers to his wife and follows Peebles off-stage. Frick and Frack trail. MAYOR INGRIM ...his leadership has been an inspiration. Gallagher leans over to Peebles and whispers. GALLAGHER I'm going to need help. OFFSTAGE Peebles walks. Gallagher approaches Wade and Sanchez. Frick and Frack stand tough. The new mayor is uncom- fortable. They stand in front of a campaign poster that reads: HONESTY & INTEGRITY THAT'S HIS MIDDLE NAME VOTE RAY GALLAGHER FOR MAYOR Gallagher turns to Sanchez. Takes a deep breath. Sanchez's face is too much. Gallagher doesn't have a strong stomach. He turns to Wade. GALLAGHER (irritated) What is it? I'm about to go on. WADE We have to talk. GALLAGHER I heard about today. Good job. I'm all for capital punishment. (beat) Why don't you go home and see your family? WADE That wasn't your plan, was it? GALLAGHER What are you talking about? Gallagher nervously glances around. WADE You were planning to send me back to the ice house. (beat) You set me up. GALLAGHER You're crazy. WADE You were the dirty cop... and I was on to you. You panicked. Afraid I was going to expose you... so you shut me up. Gallagher's slowly being taken down. GALLAGHER I don't want to hear anymore. WADE You stole the heroin out of the evidence room and planted it on me. I was iced. What better way to keep me from talking. Stop me if I'm wrong. Peebles walks up with a couple Beat Cops in tow. Rebecca and Roshko behind. GALLAGHER You have no evidence. (to Cops) Arrest this man. SANCHEZ You want evidence. I'll give you evidence. The Beat Cops move in. Wade backs up. Sanchez rips open his shirt. Reveals the tape recorder. Hits the "PLAY" button. DUBBS (V.O.) It was Wade's old partner... Gallagher. He was behind it all. SANCHEZ Put that on your political resume. Gallagher panics. Grabs one of the Beat COP's guns and pulls Rebecca close. Shoves the barrel to her temple. Hasn't she taken enough abuse from Gallagher already? Wade draws his .38 and trains it on Gallagher. Peebles interrupts. PEEBLES Sir--- GALLAGHER Shut up! (to Wade) Drop it. Wade refuses. Takes careful aim. Gallagher cradles the trigger. Rebecca sweats buckets. GALLAGHER Drop it or she's dead. Wade grits his teeth. Gallagher's dead serious. Excuse the pun. Wade throws the .38 to the floor. Gallagher smiles. Back steps. BACK TO SCENE Mayor Ingrim winds down his speech. MAYOR INGRIM ...Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to give you the new Mayor of Los Angeles... Ray Gallagher. The crowd ROARS its approval. A standing ovation. Gallagher steps out of the wings with Rebecca. Wade and Sanchez follow. The crowd gasps. Reporters do what they do best. Gallagher's crazed. He waves his gun around the room. Cops appear. Frick and Frack don't know what to do. GALLAGHER Get back. Get back or I'll do her right now. Rebecca shits bricks. Gallagher's going to explode any second now. Sanchez offers Wade his laser handgun. SANCHEZ Use this. You can't miss. Wade looks over the futuristic weapon. It's a far cry from his .38. SANCHEZ G'head. It's user friendly. Wade gives in to technology. Takes the gun. Switches it on. It's an unbelievable weapon. WADE (under his breath) Welcome to the 21st century, Wade. Wade aims the laser targeting. Gallagher uses Rebecca as his shield. GALLAGHER Get back. Wade squints. Two-hands the weapon. Aims. WADE (to Rebecca) Spread your legs. Rebecca's frightened. Probably pissed in her pants by now. Wade's asking her to spread her legs. She looks at him weird. A "whaaaa?" look on her face. WADE Spread 'em! She does. Wade FIRES. Nails Gallagher in the leg. He's thrown back. Wade FIRES another into Gallagher's wrist. His weapon falls. A Cop grabs it. Gallagher slams into the wall and collapses. Wade scoops up his .38. ROSHKO (re: Gallagher) Someone call a MEDIVAC. Wade walks. Snaps off his cop badge. Hands it and his .38 to Sanchez. WADE You can have it. I won't need it in my new job. Wade heads backstage. Frick and Frack help Gallagher to his feet, when all of a sudden Doucet lunges from behind the backstage curtain. Full of rage. Everyone moves in slow motion. Gallagher stands in muted terror. Frick and Frack spin. Kai Ling readies his Aikido. Screams and charges. Doucet nonchalantly straightarms Kai Ling. Withdraws a telephone cord from his pouch. Twists it around Kai Ling's neck and with one tug ends his life. Dokes springs into action. Doucet grabs him and shoves an industrial pair of wire cutters into the man's chest. Gallagher slithers into a corner. Doucet approaches. GALLAGHER No... No... No... Please... Wade! Wade! BACKSTAGE Wade walks. Ignores the plea. Sanchez grabs him. SANCHEZ Doucet's back. Wade spins. This is a big surprise. Sanchez hands over the .38. SANCHEZ You're going to need this. BACK TO SCENE Gallagher is reduced to a sniveling, whimpering mouse. Doucet grabs him. Lifts the Mayor off his feet. DOUCET I want to congratulate you on your win. With his free hand, Doucet pulls out his double barrel handgun. Gallagher cries. Closes his eyes. TWO SHOTS RING out. The recipient staggers back. Totters. Screams as another BULLET enters his throat. If you're wondering who got the lead, it's Doucet. Gallagher opens his eyes. The first two bullets pierced his suit and hit the monster. Wade is some shot. He continues BLOWING HOLES in Doucet. Determined to end the man's nightmare of a life. Finally Doucet hits a television camera. Spins. Falls spread-eagled onto a chair. Coughs blood. Wade steps up. Triggers. His gun is empty. Doucet lurches forward. Grabs Wade. Nails him into the wall. Throws him over a row of chairs. Wade hits the floor. Buried beneath metal chairs. Doucet pulls him out. DOUCET One... question... before I kill you... Wade is pulled face to face with Doucet. DOUCET ...Why do... they call you... Demolition Man...? SANCHEZ (V.O.) Because he demolishes things, asshole. Doucet spins. Sanchez stands behind him. Laser weapon aimed. He FIRES. One shot does the trick. Doucet falls back with the chair. He jerks once and then dies. EXT. SUBURBAN SPLIT LEVEL (VALLEY) Twilight. Willy is adjusting the seat on his BMX. Wade pulls up and steps out. He's in his mid-forties. WILLY (delighted) Grandpa's home. Willy races into Wade's arms. Cassy and Kimberly walk out of the house. Wade puts Willy on the ground. Silence. For a moment Wade stares into Cassy's eyes. Then he pulls her over, taking her in his tight embrace. Kimberly and Willy surround them. This is nice. This is love. INT. CRYO-PRISON FACILITY X23-55 HOLD ON an Inmate Pod. Gallagher on ice. Chilled black lifeless eyes. Glossy face. Sequestered between a Child Molester and a Necrophiliac. He fits in perfectly. DATA BANK READS: RAYMOND GALLAGHER 78-55439832-CVX SUSPENDED: MAY 09, 2018 TEMPERATURE: - 320 CELLULAR ACTIVITY: 0 REHAB TRAINING: SANITATION ENGINEER His eyes glare at us. They are full of evil. In a Cryogenic state he poses no threat. Or does he...? FADE OUT. THE END